It’s night. You’re alone in front of a gas station. The neon signs that hang at the front of the windows, flicker a few times before going completely out. You guess that the gas station was officially closed for the night.

You close your eyes, and take a deep inhale. A smell of musky, yet rotting dumpster, with a twing of certain substances.. a smell all too familiar with gas station’s, fills your nose. Not in any way is the smell welcoming nor friendly.. but, it was familiar, so you guess some ounce of comfort could be taken from that.

You stare at the ground lost in thought, when suddenly.. you hear a voice. “Hey,” you look up and see whose the voice belonged to.