As I open the tall wooden door, a cold and wet feeling comes past me. I can see giant, metallic buildings some of them are covered in bright orange rust. It is so foggy even my shiny eyes can barely see through it. I feel very alone and scared in this thick fog. After walking through it I nearly fell in a pond that is dark brown and looks like it has been neglected for years. There is a long pole coming out of the pond leaking oil.