She stood up, and a sharp pain in her ankle sent her stumbling to her knees again. The street itself was devoid of life, weaving its way between equally empty and decrepit houses. By the size of the wild grass, it had been this way for some time. It had toppled over, spilling the apples onto the ground.
Interns, professors, and techies scurried about this way and that, building, repairing, or maintaining the metal beast that resided deep in the bowels of the facility. "You know, you almost look like..." His eyes suddenly went wide as his face turned red. "You don't happen to know where the nearest phone is, do you? " he said, that familiar sarcasm creeping into his voice. "I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean, sir." "Jack, look around you! I'm sure they can help you." "Uhh, thanks." said Patricia, pushing on Jack to move on. " "No, we're just passing through." she said hurriedly. " "Last time I checked, yes." she said, getting annoyed. CHAPTER 1: A MATTER OF COST Patricia took a deep breath. Jack knew she hated it, but he called her "Patty" anyway. This was going to turn into a huge fight, she just knew it. He was one of those assholes who just didn't know when to quit. It took a full hour to reach the first of the tall buildings.