The alley leads into another, broader alleyway, choked with garbage and junk, cast-off appliances, bits and pieces of anonymous scrap. Devil rats scurry wherever he turns, but only in the periphery of his vision. They are quick to dart out of sight. A cat the size of a small dog lies atop the rusting shell of an automobile, and hisses, baring its fangs as Bandit draws near and walks by.