As worthless as a junkyard may seem, there is no place greater for riches and safety. Piles and piles of fowl smelling food and twisted metal lay scattered about the oozing tar-like soil. Frames of cars with their parts taken out supply ample shelter to those in need, and even a few shacks have been erected by the hobos and Vande who wander these parts. If one searches long enough, there is always treasure to be found amongst the garbage.
