The decrepit walls of the abandoned warehouse showed signs of recent abuse; likely just the passing druggie vagabonds. The dark green vines on the wall created a bit of spotty shade from the tainted windows above. Nonetheless, this was the only shelter available to me on this dark stormy night. As I settle down against the chipped red-brick wall, I look around at the run-down warehouse. The logo on the wall seems to depict a food-distributor, but I can’t tell what the name of the company was. It’s blackened by soot, as if someone had lit a fire inside of the warehouse. I slowly close my eyes, and prepare for a long night of uncomfortable and cramped sleep.