Her it is, finally. The second chapter. I finally found my Repo DVD and that reminded me that I needed a new chapter in my fanfic. This is the second chapter of my first Fanfic. Sorry for the shortness, but I ran out of time on the Computer.

Graverobber Rocks and I don't own Repo. Sue me now film industry!

She lay there for a moment waiting for the initial effects of the drug to pass. It was a familiar and not altogether unpleasant feeling to her. Almost instantly the pain was gone and she could almost think clearly.

He watched as she stirred quietly and stopped her as she attempted to get up. It was then that she noticed the presence of the man who had helped her. She watched him a moment as he stood over her with a concerned look upon his face. She could not overlook the feeling that she knew him from somewhere. She shook it off and tried to get her barings. She found that she was unable to focus. The effects of the drug were entirely complete. Every time she found a train of thought it would mysteriously pass her by. She found herself lost in the complexities of the drug.

She supposed a drug of this manner would have to be complete. In order to erase the sort of pain the drug was designed for it would have to keep you from focusing directly on the pain. True it probably did take most of it away, but no drug could completely mask the sort of pain associated with an organ transplant nor could such drugs allow you to rejoin society so soon after. Before zydrate organ transplant patients took months to recover from the surgery. Now such a long recovery was nearly unheard of.

Graverobber watched her as he plotted the next course of actions he should take. She clearly needed a hospital of some sort, but a hospital filled with Genco employees was not the place to go if your name was plastered all over town and you had pockets full of illegal Zydrate.

There was something about her that made his heart lerch. She seemed so innocent and helpless. He was used to dealing with addicts and addicts were needy in an entirely different way. They desired nothing but what he could offer them. Nothing but Z. It was the only thing he had to offer anyone and she had turned him down. He had to admit he'd felt insulted by her reaction. The fact that she was so repulsed by his product was an insult in itself.

She lost conciousness then from lack of blood.

He turned his back on her and heaved a sigh of frustration. He had to help her now. It was then that he heard the welcome sound of the body truck making its midnight run.

He scooped her up in his arms, ran down the alley, and hopped the truck. He set her down gently upon the soft pile of fresh corpses.

Graverobber was completely at home ammongst the dead. In fact he preffered them over the living. All he knew of humanity was grim. The world had taken a turn for the worst. Love and compassion, it seemed had been forgotten. He smiled to himself then. If there was a world full of campassion, he would be out of a job. He, and all other Z dealers thrived on the world's horrors. Repomen were their highest contributors of Z to collect, or more specifically bodies to collect it from.

The two rode on through the dark depressing streets of the city for quite some time until Graverobber stood up. He picked her up gently and jumped from the truck.

There they were. The nearest Genco Hospital. The word Genco was clearly posted in large letters above the door. It was not white and clean it was flashy and attractive to the eye. There were advertisement posters for the various surgeries offered and a list of the organs offered. The doors were large and automatic. The entire building was there to beckon in the weak of heart who desired better bodies.

Graverobber stopped in front of the door and set her down.

He ran off down the alley around the corner of the building. He stashed his remaining Z in a dumpster and ran back to her aid.