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Scene 7
Roger

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I found myself on the northern side of town after following the directions the Big Ear had given. This part I was in had long been relatively unoccupied for miles. I passed by hills of ruined, collapsed skyscrapers that looked as if some giant decided to make mere sandcastles of human civilization. I amongst the chaos had easily spotted a suspicious make-shift road free of debris in which I could easily maneuver the Griffon. I passed a rudely painted 'DO NOT ENTER: PRIVATE PROPERTY' sign. Eugene's place then easily manifested itself throughout the ruin-- a very majestic and royal-looking building, dilapidated and worn with the effects of forty years. Perfect for his mysterious scientific intentions.

Even parking was difficult. Somehow I managed to find a relatively safe spot for the Gargoyle. Still with my shades on, I then emerged out of the door and locked the vehicle. I had arrived at my destination.

I assumed it must've been some sort of up-and-high museum judging from its Roman columns, and the type of buildings and indicative signs near the area. The building's strange artful engravings, vast acreage surrounding it, and tall grandeur seemed to echo the long-lost tale of the institution's prideful founding. Its large empty door frame, likewise to a communicative spirit's large wailing mouth, seemed to beckon me in. Eugene must've counted on the fact that the crowded hazardous surroundings would scare off unwanted trespassers.

Would.

With lots of effort I proceeded my way towards the building, careful of stepping on the shards of glass and loose mounds of concrete which littered the landscape. Any misstep and I'd get injured.

I heard the sudden sound of a large rock rolling downhill on a pile of debris somewhere behind me. I had the inexplicable feeling in my gut that I was being followed. I whirled around.

"You should at least thank me for showing you the way here, Miss," I said testily in annoyance, scanning the piles for any sign of the blonde.

"Angel would be just fine!" I heard a woman's voice scowl. I shifted sideways to see the troublemaker come out from behind a loose mountainous pile of rocks, struggling to stand proudly in her pink boots.

Pebbles and dust from the pile rolled to the front of my shoe.