# You find yourself in the decrepit remains of a shop.
The smell of rancid, maggot-infested meats, sour kibble, and rotted leather leave a horrid, nauseating sting in your mouth.

Cages, big enough for you to fit into, are rusted, and leave hard to remove stains on your fingers, composed of oxidized metals and the tears of those inside.

A harsh scent of acids and cleaning chemicals violate your nose as you enter deeper; having escaped the PET confines they were once in, mixing together to create noxious gasses and an even bigger problem then they were once supposed to fix.

The sandstone tile patterns are chipped and faded, while the walls, once adorned with fake wood, are now bare; with the paint peeling away from them.

Drop ceiling tiles lay on the floor, exposing nuisance pests that have since expired. The copper and aluminum wiring above lay exposed - not even thieves would loot this place, and for good reason.

You notice a stack of black vinyl bags with a zipper found on the topmost layer.

You have the feeling you're not supposed to be here. Quicker than you came in, you make your retreat to the open air, and [head back to your car](https://hmpg.net).