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out the back door, not bothering to lock it behind him. He completely forgot about the flashlight.
    When he emerged from the alley, he noticed there were actually a number of people in this area of town. Cars and trucks went this way and that at regular intervals, and people came and went from a variety of different warehouses. No one took any notice of him though.
    He steered clear of the residential neighborhood to the west and the busy main streets of shops and restaurants to the east. That only gave him a couple blocks of latitude to explore.
    After about an hour of wondering aimlessly, he came upon a large concrete building, and this one was most definitely deserted.
    Windows all over the front had been broken out. The large double doors had been chained shut and sealed with a large lock. He went up the three stairs to the door and looked in one of the broken windows.  The interior was two stories and the lone occupants were heavy machinery, all of which looked rusted and broken. You could see from this side of the building to the back and from the left side to the right.
    He walked around the building to the back, which was in a small alley. An empty loading dock spanned most of the back of the building. The loading bay doors were also sealed tight with another chain and another large lock. He looked in some of the broken windows, but he had to stand on his toes to see in, and he couldn’t see how he would be able to haul himself and his pack up to climb in. He considered standing on his pack, but then that would be outside and he’d be inside. He could unload what he needed, toss those inside and then stand on it, but then he thought people might become suspicious of a half-full backpack lying on the ground.
    He looked at his surroundings wondering if there might be a way. The only thing he found was that the stairs up to the dock had a small door underneath them on the side that was facing the wall and not the alley. It wasn’t locked, and when he opened it, he found it empty, except for some pipes and cobwebs. He wouldn’t fit in there though.
    Jonah put his pack down at the loading bay door and took out the water bottle. He took a few swigs and decided it might be time to eat something. He sat down and zipped open the pack. He took out each can he had left. There were three cans of peaches, two cans of baked beans, one can of corn, and a can of something called ‘French Cut’ green beans. He opted for the green beans, because they sounded the least appealing, and he thought whichever can he had for dinner would taste that much better after a not-so-great lunch.
    He didn’t understand what was so ‘French’ about the green beans, but he finished them off, took a few sips of water and replaced everything in his pack, taking note of the fact that he didn’t have a lot of food left. He’d have to sit down and think about that at some point.
    He picked up his empty tin can and walked down the loading dock ramp to a dumpster and tossed it in. It made a sharp sound as it hit the bottom. He couldn’t see into it, but it sounded like it was empty. Jonah looked down and saw that the dumpster was on wheels. If he could push it up the ramp, he could climb on top of it and get inside one of the broken windows.
    The rusted wheels shifted easy enough, if he braced himself against the wall and used his feet. He swung the heavy plastic lids up and over until they slammed down into place.
    He was sweating by this point, so he took off his jacket and took it back to his pack. As he walked back, he hiked up the sleeves of his sweater.
    He used all his might to pull the dumpster to the edge of the ramp. The wheels did roll, but without the leverage from pushing off the wall, it was more difficult, and the gravel in the alley didn’t help. It took a while, but slowly, inch by inch, it made it into place.
    Jonah moved around to the side of it and pushed, so that it would line up with the loading ramp. Pushing was much easier