Elevator outta here

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"Agh...."

Fire.

Rubble.

"Damn...."

Where the hell was I?

"Shit....."

The hell was I doin' here?

"Fuck....."

My head is ringin' like goddamn crazy.....

The bus.....

I was bein' relocated, shoved in another damn cell....

Or, at least I was.....

"Heh......"

I pulled myself to my feet, dusting off my jumpsuit.

"Sorry fellas, but I ain't stickin' around...."

I chuckle to no one in particular, high-tailing it as fast as I could in the only direction I could see: Forward.

As I ran, I heard a chime....

"Huh?"

Two silver door, clear as day, opening right in front of me.

"Pretty fuckin' odd place for an elevator...."

I muttered, but it didn't stop me from sliding inside it fast as I could.

Besides, less chance of someone findin' me that way, eh? Just had to get out.

"Now, where to-?"

Before I could check for any buttons or signs of where I would be takin' myself, the elevator chimed again, closing and shining.

"What the hell?"

Before I knew it, the elevator was carryin' me off on it's own.

I didn't knew where I was going, or how the hell this worked, but it was better than stickin' around here. I was gonna ride this thing out, figure out where the hell it was takin' me, get home, grab my bike, and book it to the farthest corner I know, and she was comin' with me.

"I'm comin' right back, Maria.....Just you wait. Papa's comin'., and this is gonna take him right to yah."

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