It doesn’t take me long to see what brought me round once I settle down and actually look. There’s a shiny black truck parked in the undergrowth beside the fence, nearer the back of the building where I first stood. It’s about ten feet further down the makeshift road. They must have just pulled up. Maybe the noise, and headlights, is what roused me, and I watch with bated breath as someone slides out and makes their way around the fence to find the entrance. An eerie, solitary figure shrouded in darkness. It’s both a joy to see another person, but also a massive alarming worry that I’m seeing another...