Chapter 6: Life is a Highway

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We drove for a few minutes, passing the gas station where Riddler now lays. Taking a few turns and we stop where train tracks go through the road.

"Why did you stop?" Wren asked in my ear.

"Got to make a stop first." I said.

I turn the bike, going offroad along the train track for a few miles. Then a couple flipped over train cars lay in the grass near the tracks. A little bit further down, a bunch of rusty flipped over train cars. I cut the engine and pushed the kickstand down.

"What's this place?" Wren asked as she slowly got off the bike.

"I used to live here." I said. "Before the end of the world."

"What do you mean? You lived in a pile of train cars before the world ended?" She said confused.

"Yeah." I said. "If your coming in with, stay close to me and do everything I do, ok?" She nods and gets close.

We slowly slide under the teetering train car, squeeze through the jagged corridor of tetanus, then we climb up another tilted car, and slide down the other side landing on musty old mattresses, then we slide under a up right train car. Then boom, we are in my past home once again.

"Woah... you really lived here?" She asked.

"For a few years, yeah." I nodded and slid open the door to my room.

The room is now covered in a light layer of dust, and has sat still for a while. The bed messed up and not made. The TV screen covered in dust, and the pile of DVDs too.

"Woah..." She repeats. "Why did you live here?"

"Because nobody would find me here." I said digging through some papers.

"I meant, why didn't you live with your parents." She said.

"They died before the end of the world, and the orphanage sucked ass. So, I ran away and found this place." I said and jumped back out of the car. I could hear her rusting some paper inside.

"Wait, you went to Valley High?" She said.

I looked inside and saw her holding my old, high school yearbook. A book, where I hoped was lost in space and time.

"Nope, just stole that book." I said.

"Sure... I'm going to find you, and learn your real name." She smirked.

"Go ahead." I smirked back, she looked at me confused then panic set in. She started flipping through the pages quickly.

"Oh, you bastard..." She growled, and held out the page where I was on.

The spot where my name came up, was completely blacked out with permanent marker, even my photo.

"There has to be mention of you somewhere else." She complained and kept flipping through the pages.

"That's where you're wrong." I smirked. "I was not in any clubs or sports, and you really think I wouldn't plan for the occurrence where I would have a nosy girl in the apocalypse with me trying to learn my real name." I smiled cockily.

"There's no way you planed that..." She said.

"Your right, but I did redact every mention of me in there." I said.

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