The rattling of cans and shuffling of plastic bags being pushed by the door greet you as you enter the dark room.

Before you can enter a thick sour musky smell hits your nose. Covering your nose you flick on the lights and you hear a half grunt half whine of irritation. The sound originated underneath a heap of blankets and trash in the middle of the room.

“Geaaaghk…… Cough Cough I don’t know you were coming today….”