Derek looked back, a little embarrassed, but not feeling much loss about the bike. He could buy three without twitching at his next paycheck.
If there were things to love about his job, a good amount of them would be in the pay. He flipped open his cell phone, about to call a private order to get another Katana delivered about ten miles out.
Nothing but static. Not even a "no service." Total static. He smacked the cell phone again. Still dead.
He looked up at the glaring sun. "This place is hot," he said to himself, "In more ways than the heat. Radioactivity everywhere." He threw a couple red capped pills at his new friend/rival. "Keep these a secret. I was planning to use them for myself, but I brought a double dosage. Besides, that stunt ought to have earned you something." He chuckled a bit and then took two dry. "They're Rad-pills. Keep you from glowing in the dark going through here. The base is radiation proof, but we've got a ways to walk before we get there. Speaking of which, that eh...incident probably ruffled a few feathers, so we should probably get moving now. Wouldn't advise running though. This heat'll wear you out before you can feel it."
((Demecas, this is not FMA, you can't just wave your hand and make stairs that go several hundred feet down. It also makes little sense considering
I already said there were stairs.
Me wrote:
As far as the eye could see, the massive depression stretched. He imagined what it must be like surrounded by slowly curving walls, the only way out a poorly carved, hardly used staircase. Derek wasn’t even sure it was stable.
Plz fix ty.))