Chapter 48: Circling Ants

They told me to walk out of the building, cross the street and meet my "New Jerry" and his black BMW three blocks down the road. Blocks? Where was I?

Outside the doors of the hospital buzzed a busy metropolis, and not the compound they'd taken me to the first time. It could have been 5th Avenue for all I could see with m /] e/\s. I followed their directions and crossed the street. I couldn't walk a couple of feet without having people barge into me. People of all ages, all nationalities. Busy businessmen. A fancy suit flagged a taxi. The noise was unbearable. Another guy barged in and stole the cab from under his eyes.

'You fuckhead! ' Shouted the man.

More whistles and honking from the cars stuck in traffic. No love. No empathy. No patience.

An old beggar sat leaned against the façade of a building. He was rustling his tin can and spoke of impending doom. Nobody seemed to care.