I HATE YOU!
"So, now where the hell do we go?"
"Oh yeah, I totally know! Keep asking, maybe it'll come to me!"
"Well, we're totally screwed."
"Yup."
Group A had reached the city, finally. They were in a local neighborhood, and when they looked back, there was a clearing in the streets that gave them a perfect view of the lake they had crossed a few minutes back.
The tunnel had led them right to a freeway, and, after crossing it, led them here.
"What do we do, now?" Justin asked aloud.
"Anything!" Samus exclaimed.
"Like what?" Gers asked. "All we know about this city is that it's named 'Chicago'."
"Chicoga!" Paff corrected.
"Whatever!" Gers hissed. "Anyways, I wouldn't know. I've never been to Illinois."
"Well," Justin started. "I'm sure the name is trying to make fun of Chicago in the US, but, I don't think that this city is anything like the real Chicago."
"Not even the skyscrapers?" Jasmine asked.
"None of them are named," Paff said, peering up at the skyline.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Gers exclaimed. "At least five of them are! Look! There's the 'Romero', the 'Anglica', the 'Socom', the 'Party-Builder', and the 'Bluefork'!"
"Which is closest?" Justin asked.
"Why?" Samus asked. "We're not going to any skyscrapers! We haven't even been here for ten minutes!"
"She's right, we should get a hotel," Jasmine said.
"We don't have any cash," Yvon said.
"Then we'll have to wait," Justin said.
"Goddammit," Jasmine groaned.
"I'm sure the others are in the tunnel by now," Yvon said.
"What if they didn't get in?" Gers asked. "Then what? We should go back and open the doors, just to make sure."
"Good plan," Paff nodded.
"You guys sure?" Samus asked.
"I really don't care," Justin shrugged. "Just as long as we get somewhere eventually."
"Yeah," Jasmine agreed.
