• CHAPTER 1
    I woke up 2 days later in an abandoned building. My lungs were on fire. I clutched at my throat, but it didn't go away. Then the fire moved on to my stomach. The pain was unimaginable as my body writhed and twisted, but I couldn't do anything. It spread throughout my body, and I continued to writhe in pain until it hit my heart, and I suddenly couldn't move.
    Paralyzed, unable to move, the pain intensified, if that was possible. I was on the floor, spread out, and no one would find me until it was over. Even if they did find me, they wouldn't be able to do anything. They would only make it worse.
    Eventually, the pain subsided. But it left in it's place numbness, with me still unable to move. This lasted how long, I couldn't keep track. It could've been a second, or a million years. When it was over, I noticed because I could finally move.
    Slowly, I opened my eyes. I was curled up in a fetal position, and my clothes were tattered. As I sat up, my memory was finally coming back to me. I could remember that I had done this as my side of a deal. But that was it. I couldn't remember anything else.
    Shrugging, I got to my feet. I was gonna have to figure out where I was. Looking around, I stood up. All around me were boxes. Most were broken. All were empty. I could sense that someone else was here, in the boxes.
    Immeadietly I tensed. Crouching, I walked over to see if it was more than a homeless person. In front of me, someone was hugging their knees and shivering. With as much force as they could, they shouted, " What d'you want?"
    As soon as I realized I was scaring them, I straightened up. "I'm sorry, but could you help me out? I have no idea where I am."
    They realized I wasn't trying to hurt them. Laughing, they said, "That I can help you with. We're in good ol' New York."
    "City?"
    "Mhm."
    I suddenly realized that New York is on the other side of the country from where I last was, in Ely, NV.