(OOC: ...If that's where you wanna be. I said the sinks were just beside the freezer, didn't I?*goes to check*)
As Johnson opens the door, he stops. He sees numerous packages lined along the shelves and two large meat slabs hanging near the wall. He then noticed a leg coming from behind a shelf and partially hidden by the meat. He walked over and turned the corner of the shelf. He then saw a dead chef, holding tightly to a bloody meat cleaver. Upon inspection, he saw his skin was rotting away and falling off in some areas. He turned and started back toward the door. When he got close, something long and slimey reached down and slammed the door shut in a hurry.
Johnson turned and saw it quickly retract into a vent on the ceiling. When he got closer, something started to hiss. He looked right into the vent cover and saw something move away in a rush. It had been too dark in the shaft to see it better, but he briefly made out what could've been a tail. Turning he followed the vent shaft until he got to the wall. It came down so he tried to open the cover closer to him to look in.
He put his head in and looked up, shining on his small flashlight, he saw nothing. He then turned to look down the shaft. He suddenly jumped when something was right at his face. Dropping the light he tried to pull out and grab his rifle. But, his body didn't respond -- rather, it stopped proceeding when he dropped the light. He suddenly blacked out, something thin and long ripping through the back of his neck. Johnson's head landed right in the jagged teeth of the waiting mouth beneath it.