Ohanzee trudged along the narrow dirt road, exhausted and barely lifting his feet. It was quickly getting dark and he needed someplace to stay for the night, fearing being out alone in the dark night. He had yet to come across an abandoned building yet; he was only going to stay in an ABANDONED building, refusing to ask one of the families nearby for a night's rest in their home. He paused and yawned, squeezing his eyes shut. "Why is it so hard to find one? They were so easy to find last time..." he thought. He looked around warily and saw in the dimming light a silhouette of a large building set back off the road. He immediately perked up, feeling accomplished and having a new sense of safety since he would have somewhere to sleep. He looked up and down the road to ensure nobody was watching. He saw nothing to his left...nothing to his right. He sprinted forward towards the building, almost slamming into it because he could not stop fast enough. He looked up and down the building searching for any signs or lettering but didn't see any. "YES! FINALLY!" he cheered in his head, not daring to make such noise out loud. He quickly slipped into the building, the door not being locked. Making sure to close it behind him, he turned on a small flashlight to look around. The walls were torn up with cracks, the floor was dirty and had wooden pieces and broken glass scattered about; he could swear he saw some blood in the corner. He walked forward to a flight of stairs and studied them intensely for a moment to ensure they would hold before climbing up carefully, making note of every creak, crevice, noise, and crack. Once he got to the top of the stairs, he looked for a room. Luckily for him, there were only two; one to his left, one to his right. Even though his right hand was his dominant hand, he always felt left was luckier. So, of course, he chose the room to the left. He ensured that door closed as well and began to study the room. It had a small supply closet in the corner with the door to it closed firmly, it had windows all along one wall and some boxes scattered along another wall. He approached the boxes and pushed them all together to form a bed made of boxes. Next, he looked in the supply closet to find a hunting knife, a survival blanket, cans of food, and lots of mice carcasses on top of the cans. No way was he eating those. He pocketed the hunting knife, adding it to his little stash of various knives he has found over the years. He then picked up the blanket and after making one last face at the dead mice, closed the door back firmly. Then, he set the blanket over the boxes and put his bag down near where his head would be so he could use it as a pillow. He carefully took of his shirt, he never slept with a shirt on, all his scars from his past showing in the dim moonlight. He tossed his shirt aside, planning on packing it away in the morning and lay on the boxes, staring out at the starry night sky before closing his eyes to drift asleep.