Rather than use the door, though, you step through the first hole in the wall you see. You step lightly into a room with its dusty mattress, peeling ceiling, and red fabric wall paper. You don't dare breathe deep.
You check out an old photo on the wall, and turning, you see a skunk blocking the way out. You hold your breath, and hope you're still enough so as not to invite anything unpleasant upon your person.