mass of graffiti so thick she had assumed it was paint until she walked closer. the place smelled like mildew, oil, smoke and sweat and had
flourescent lights and pipes checkering the ceiling. there were about 30 dirty mattresses and some assorted sleeping bags stewn across the floor.
At the end of the room of the room was a chainlink cage that reached the ceiling, ,there was a padlock bigger than her fist on it, inside were
shelves of food and water and other supplies stretched out like a grocery display. As she took all this in, Lukas watched tensely, he
seemed about to speak as a loud rumbling assaulted her ears." The 5:30 subway to Queens" he explained as the noise faded "You get used to it".