Reaching the Facility Part 2

The researcher coughed as the smell of animal shit reached his nose, wafting off his shoe. The cars engine grumbled as if to say it was tired.
"C'mon just a few more miles" he was growing tense, being out here this late made him paranoid.
The stench from the samples he collected made his stomach churn its contents. Never had he wanted so badly to be home with his wife.Slowly he pulled up to a large grey building, its monotic tructure and even windows made him want to run. It started to rain as he got out of the car.The engine sputterd to a stop as he withdrew the key.
"shit "he grumbled as he felt the rain come down.
"fucking day is getting worse by the second"he walked around the vehicle and opened the door on the other side. For a split second he thought he saw something in the mirror, something fast and large, but when he turned his head of course nothing was there nothing ever is.
He removed the samples from the car, tinkling glass paining his ears. "Lets go see what your made of" he said, the vials and jars clinked in response.
Walking up to the building slowly as not to drop anything the man, set his burdens down once he reached the door. Fumbling in his pockets he found his card. On it a picture of a much your him taunte's the researcher with its lack of wrinkles. on it printed was the name Willam Denson.

Willam swiped his card through the scanner.

The door gave a sci-fi gasp as if releasing pent up air but it was just old.
Turning aound one last time as he felt someone behind him, the smell was strongernow and giving him a headache.Picking up the jars he headed through the doorway still feeling as if he was being followed...