Turning off the main street, he stepped into the narrow alley between the abandoned buildings.
The ground was buried under a mixture of domestic and building waste, an odour of decay and mold wafted towards him. On the walls stained with various colours, the red phrase, "Demolition," stood out vividly. A few stray dogs rummaging for lunch amongst the rubbish lifted their heads from the rotting leaves, arched their backs, a low growl rumbling in their throats as they bared their fangs at the intruder.
The sharp gaze beneath the hood lightly scanned the bony stray dogs, who instantly let out panicked yelps before disappearing around the corner of the alley.
