The alley behind the pizza joint was filled with overflowing dumpsters, collection was not until Wednesday.  Jack walked down the middle of the dirt roadway, the wafting of rotten garbage filling his nostrils.  His bedroom apartment, with shared bath was three blocks down, two block to the right.  The bar with the cheap beer was three blocks down, one block to the left.  He reached into his pocket and knew he'd be making a left after his shift tonight.  A cat ran out from one of the many over turned garbage cans, a rat a bit larger than the cat was chasing it. 

Jack shuffled on.

 

To his left, he knew that there was a small town, about ten minutes away on foot.  To his right, was nothing for about an hour and then there would be Jamestown, New York.  He went to his right.  Something was going down, and he wanted to be as far away as he could be.  The left side of the road was empty of strangers, so that was the side he walked on.