As Alex enters the building, he finds a dosen steel, salvage racks, all with rusted car chassis' sitting on top, stacked above eachother on the weak racks which reach for the upper part of the walls, near the ceiling. He puts his hand on one of the supports of one of the racks, and looks up, putting his weight against the rack.
"This thing is a death sentence." Alex says, still glancing up, then taking his weight off of the rack and walking across the interior complex, to a flight of metal stairs, leading to a dark maintenance office.