You realize this spot was already taken...

You had barely even managed to settle into the space when you noticed a feeling of movement. At first you thought it may have been the rocking of the pallets or the rustling of the paper underfoot, but your heart sank as the you heard a masculine grunt come from underneath the pile. You almost cry out but quickly cover your mouth to avoid making any noise as you realized you weren’t along in this hiding spot!

The grunts became more frequent and the pile of newspaper and cardboard begins to rise and shift. You glance back to the alley, but see that the men had now spread out and that there were six of them now, all sitting around the alleyway, lighting up joints. Where they are now, you doubt you’d even be able to come out from behind the tarp without risking being noticed…

You snap back to the shifting pile, only able to make out the roughest details in the dark. You pressed back as far as you could, desperately trying to create as much space as possible, but are met only with unyielding brick. A gravely, male voice croaks out from under the rising heap:

“... W-who’s there…?”

The voice wasn’t exactly quiet and your eyes darted to the men outside, desperately hoping they didn’t hear. A hobo…! A goddamn hobo is- was sleeping right where you decided to hide! You’re starting to wonder what cosmic **** has it out for you tonight. How could this possibly get-

“Hello…?” they called out again, the shifting mass starting to rise up now and the faint outline of a head peeking out over the covers. You silently plead that he just falls back asleep. If not, this hobo was going to blow your cover! You needed to shut him up…! That, or desperately hope he doesn’t notice you…