And suddenly there was stillness, the industrial park felt like a diorama or a characture. In this stillness the piles of trash became fascinating, the lavender bushes became obserd, and Gwen saw beside her a large building with tall cinderblock sides painted blue grey long faded and pealing in places, the window are high and sparse. She felt a draw to the place and set out past the open chain link and razor wire gate and across the vacant parking. She skipped the front doors and walked to a side door. She looked at the handle, aware of the CCTV camera limply gazing in this vage direction, and she tried the handle which gave to her opening the door and she was consumed by that opening.
There was a fuse box just across from the door smashed open for the copper wire which used to junction there and as she explored the dark rooms she would find drywall in paces hacked open in long troughs to excavate the vanes of precious copper, and she found the shed skins of long aluminum bx conduit shielding forming serpentine coils in the corners and stuffed into storage closets. In the whole facility she found one lit light bulb which dimly glowed high in the rafters of the biggest room. Under its glow she gathered some pallets and cardboard sheets and laying on them fell asleep.