A white pickup truck sped down the small two lane highway outside of Westchester. Inside its metal and plastic skin, Mr. Hank sat half asleep. “Another boring day, another boring job” he sighed. His mission was to survey the former site of Chem Co. The property owner decided it was time for the building to come down to make way for a new shopping mall. Mr. Hank turned off the concrete road and onto the once paved road leading to the grounds of Chem Co. After a few minutes of traveling through pot hole after pot hole, he reached the tall chain link fence that encircled the perimeter of the building. He got out and with a pair of bolt cutters, easily cutting the rusted lock on the gate. It was the beginning of the end and the end of the beginning.

Mr. Hank walked through the overgrown lawn and up to the main entrance of the building. “Dang, this place is old!” he said looking at a forgotten package sitting on the front steps. “It’s dated from 1995!”. He went back to his truck to get the blueprints for the building and his electronic measuring device. Cautiously, Mr. Hank entered the hollow walls of Chem Co. Unspeakable horrors unfolded in the bleached white rooms of the building. “Well lets get started” he said to himself. He walked around and began to compare the measurements of rooms to the specifications on the blueprints. In one room he found a small TV. “I bet it doesn’t work” he thought. But to satisfy his curiosity he decided to switch it on. “Well thats just great..” he said as the TV came to life. The only channel that he could get was the Meat channel. “Sick!” he said as he watched meat being cut up and packed into small Styrofoam trays. He could hear the squeal of the pigs, it was almost life like. “This thing has amazing sound quality!” he said with joy. Unsatisfied with the sounds echoing in the room, he turned the volume down. “This thing must be busted.” He pushed the mute button over and over, but the squeal of pigs continued.

On the other side of the room was a wide door. “Odd” he said looking at his blue prints” That door isn’t on here anywhere. He walked up to the door and pressed his ear against it. The squeal of pigs. “Thats impossible!” he yelled. “This place has been empty for years!” He rummaged around in the boxes stacked in the room and found a tranquilizer gun and darts. “This’ll fix whoever is messing with me!” Mr. Hank open the door and quietly walked down the stairs. The foul stench of poo and rotting food filled the air. He gasped and put his shirt over his nose and mouth. There was a long hallway, doors with tiny windows lined the sides. Mr. Hank peered through the tiny window of one room. “Pigs?!? How did these things survive all these years!” he asked. The pigs continued to squeal. “Great.” said Mr. Hank. “Now I have to put them all to sleep so I can finish this job. He loaded his tranquilizer gun and got to work.