Nightshift 47: Church (Ruins)
[From here]
Like a ship emerging from the darkness of the ocean, the church slowly came into focus- the familiar loom of the main building, the dilapidated spire, the rainfall of bricks and debris scattered around the area. All around it, as far as the eye could see before the fog swallowed the glow from their flashlights, was just as still as it had been when they'd first arrived.
"It doesn't look like it's been touched since Laurier and I were last here," Lunge commented in a low voice, eyes traveling up and down the brickwork briefly. His expression darkened. "On the outside, that is."
The radio was mercifully silent as they approached the doors, but that probably didn't help their chances of moving undetected anyway. No matter what they did, they would be the ones at a disadvantage: if something was waiting for them they'd be walking into their hands, and all three of them had come expecting an ambush. Lunge was distinctly aware of the tension gathering in the corner of his mouth as he glanced around at L and Jones, nodding once when they both stopped walking. He reached out to push the doors open, and when his hand met cold wood it registered every knot and whorl under his fingers. The door opened.