The cold air swirled around Ryan as he moved across the desolate ground outside the warehouse. The overcast skies, mottled with a multitude of grey shades, gave the new home of GTWF a hopeless look, isolated and empty in a dreary wasteland. Clad in a tattered denim jacket, black jeans and an old GTWF t-shirt, Ryan paused as he came closer to the building, let his bag fall to the floor and spent several moments motionless, staring at the structure. He glanced up at the darkening sky, blinked a couple of times and then slung his bag back over his shoulder before walking forwards into the glow of the warehouse.
A musty, slightly metallic smell was the first thing Ryan noticed as he stepped inside. Harsh, haphazard lighting illuminated the inside of the warehouse, and while most of the junk had been cleared out, a few items still leant against the walls, waiting to be discarded. The Rebel itched the long scar across his cheek as he walked, scanning the area to see if any of his old acquaintances were to be found. For the moment, Ryan was alone; laughter echoed somewhere ahead of him, breaking the silence for a few moments before fading away, seemingly defeated by it.
His old boots sounded down the corridors as he made his way through the back towards the old storage rooms. He paused again at the large noticeboard, nodding at the piece of paper stuck right in the middle of it. His message had been received. A strip light flickered intermittently as Ryan turned a corner and scanned the doors to his left and his right; from one he heard voices, the word 'Deadbeats' scrawled on the door in a child-like hand. A brief smile flickered across Ryan's face, then he turned and opened the door opposite, stepping into a haven for cobwebs and dust. He slung his bag down on the floor and intently watched the cloud of displaced dust rise around it before looking around the rest of the room, old boxes and equipment scattered randomly in front of him.
"Guess I'm home," he murmured, shrugging out of his jacket and starting to move the nearest box, cobwebs tumbling to the floor as he shoved it out of the way.
