by Brnin8r » Mon Jan 25, 2010 10:27 pm
Now that the current predicament was seen to, the original problem they had stormed the complex in the first place for reared its head once more: Ashton. She lay as feverish if not moreso as she had when they left.
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It was an interesting sight, the combination of nature and civilization. The invading roots of trees on the hill spread from the corners of rooms and sometimes extended all the way to the floor. The tile had been dirtied to the point of being unrecognizable a long time ago. He eventually found what seemed to be a cafeteria gone feral. Several hybrids sat at makeshift wood tables and what used to be a kitchen now looked to be a slaughterhouse.
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As she walked the halls, the numbers seemed to be going down. W190, W180, W170, the exact opposite of where she needed to go. It didn't take long to deduce that the 1 or 2 at the front referred to the floors. She'd have to get to the second. She eventually would find herself at a crossroads at the other end of the hall: stairs or elevator?
It's not about how much dough you make -- it's about how delicious a pizza you eat at the end.
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