Dany steps between the dumpster and the compost bins, eyes darting between nooks.
Tucked between the dumpster and the wall, there is an old foam mattress soaked in urine. And worse, much worse, down its middle is a brown slick that one sniff tells her can only be human feces. The mould-mottled and s**t-streaked thing is horrific. Disgusting. There is no way she is going near that foul thing. Nobody in their right mind would.
Dany shakes her head, following her own logic through to its conclusion.
She burrows into the mattress fold, forcing her small frame into the compressed space. The whole of it is wet and foul. On the inside, the thing stinks worse than a public toilet. She chokes on the smell of rotting meat and stale sweat and the musk of dog urine and worse, the smell of human
