The limo had nothing in it besides more soldiers.I didn't say anything because I didn't want to get shot.I was taken on a very long ride to a hill with a tower on it.I was told it was a bunker.Then they told me I was being held by the "Darkans."It sounded foreign to me,but who knows!
Once a soldier had punched in a code for the door--which unfortunately, I didn't see--the hill seemed to be having a seizure.No,it was me.Did I forget to say I have such a bad a addiction to tacos and hotdogs I needed one every hour?I didn't feel it,though I knew I had passed out.
I woke up in a room wearing a polyester tuxedo.I heard the door's lock click and saw the door open.Apparently my buds,the Darkans,had been watching."Hello,Jordan,"The important-looking officer said."Hyallo..."
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The Complex
OverigI am fat.I love food.I eat tacos all the time.I was eating one when they came for me.I ran out of the Mexican restaurant,still chomping the taco. They came in with their guns,the Darkans.I heard them coming after me...I darted into an alley.Then...
