BRM-Shit!

Early morning rolled around, and Cambria had just gotten out of work. It was ClimbingDoug's birthday still, so we decided to hit BRMC. This building shows up on the Abandoned Dreams websites every winter, because it's fully powered and heated. Always a nice escape from the cold air outside.
This time upon arrival, Clahhhkie and I immediately noticed new construction materials scattered throughout the lobby, but decided to continue on anyways. After about 10 minutes of looking out every window we passed to see if anyone had seen us enter and the mood began to relax. Hushed voices spoke in regular tone now. Then, while photographing some patient artwork hanging in one room, I saw a security truck pull up to where we'd entered. He stopped for a minute and then continued on slowly. When I saw him loop back again within the minute, I knew something was wrong. We decided to continue on and see the morgue before taking off.
We got to the basement, where the morgue is, only to hear a cough and multiple voices, just a floor or two above us. Shit. We waited until we could hear no one, and busted ass quietly up the stairs and back toward our entrance. Just as I rounded the corner into the lobby, I noticed two security vehicles sitting next to the door we came in, now sitting ajar. I pushed everyone else back and we hurried back to another entrance I knew of, which had 3 feet of snow piled against it from the outside. Luckily, it opened without too much force or noise and we bolted into the active portion of the parking lot and blended in until we reached the car. Way too close of a call for such a modern hospital.
We left, went for breakfast, and returned to find the security trucks still there and the door still open. They were definitely inside looking for us, but we were sitting a hundred feet away, in the warmth of Clahhhkie's car laughing at their efforts. Better luck next time guys.