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There is a wooden door amidst the pile of junk that makes up the wall in front of you, but it is not attached to anything and is mostly buried. If its tumbler is locked, picking it would not appear to do much good. To the left side of the barricade is an old pub. To the right is an apartment building. Both appear to have back doors. You are hungry. You are cold. You are in pain. You want a cigarette.