When he glanced back at her for direction, he noticed that she had covered her mouth, and it had taken that cue for him to notice that there was some sort of over-powering scent of decay that filled the entire complex. It didn't bother him, even after he noticed it. Any raiding mission came with this same smell of death and rotting, and after awhile, he just stopped reacting to it; most times, he never even notices. He followed her instruction, heading left, rifle still at the ready, turning to point the muzzle at each doorway and window, prepared to shoot at any moment. Every window he passed sent a jolt of fear and apprehension down his spine. It never really mattered how many times he had done this, nor did it matter that he was immune; it would only take a large enough group to overwhelm him and tear him to pieces. He quickly shook the thought out of his mind, the idea making his heart race. He never had a panic attack before, but where ever that train of thought was going, it felt a lot like one. So he just continued down the hallway until she stopped.
He lowered the gun slightly, ears straining for any kind of noise, but the stale air seemed to be suffocating and dampening any noises in the building. The lack of any sound was disturbing, especially because there had already been a runner in the building. Who knows if they were rummaging around in any of the rooms, or God-forbid, trapped or waiting for someone to stumble upon them.
She glanced at him but opened the door before he said anything, but she stopped again, both listening for any new movement at the sound of the door creaking on it rusted hinges. Again, they were met with nothing and they stepped into the room. The laboratory was in complete disarray, and Brennan manoeuvered himself around the debris, attempting to assess how quickly they would be able to escape the room, should anything try to come at them. The glass and the over-turned tables were his biggest worry, considering that it was possible to nick the upturned legs or slip on the fragments. And then there was the black rot that he couldn't identify, but upon inspecting it briefly with the tip of one of his knives, he wasn't sure getting it on skin would be a desired turn of events.
Meanwhile, Eloise was walking through the room, slightly ahead of him, as he continued to assess the area and check for any movement. At the end of the room, he noticed two doors, though he wasn't sure if their black shadows were from the lack of a door or just the poor lighting in the room. "Be careful by those doorways," he called, starting to think the words 'be careful' were starting to lose all meaning. As he stepped forward, he caught her smile after seeing some old log on the table and when he had walked past it after her, he recognized what appeared to be her name on the yellowed parchment.
"Alright," he answered in response, checking the floors or the broken open cabinets for anything of use. He noticed that on the wall where the fire extinguisher must have sat in its glass casing, there sat a second case where an axe must have been. The glass on that case was broken as well, and he added the axe onto the list of things he was looking for in the room. "Is there anything in particular you're looking for?" He asked, remembering how it had been her idea to come here, and there must have been a reason.
He picked up a few things while he was following her towards the back of the room, closer to one of the doors. Mostly he was finding small things, like half of a medical kit, but nothing else really. Whoever had tried to stay in here before had clearly run through most of their supplies before they had either abandoned, or more likely considering the blood stains in the room, fell victim and possibly became, one of the infected inside the building.
They eventually came upon the rows of metal cabinets, most of them thrown open and raided, though he couldn't imagine if anything inside the cabinets would have been useful as anything other than kindling for a fire. She seemed particularly interested in probably the only shelf with any of the paperwork still intact, but he wasn't interested in any of it, more focused on potentially finding the axe if it was still in the room.