Chapter 2 - One of those days (II)

Everyone in this neighbourhood have heard of this twisted bastard, at least a dozen times and the numbers of people he has dropped for just annoying him are rumoured to fit in a freaking airplane.

'Not that I have an idea how big is a fucking airplane'

"Ignore him, Genji-san, he's just some runt… one of the boys that train in my gym," Hoshi said indifferently, not even glancing at me. Then he finally turned to me and asked, "…What do you want, Shitsubo?"

I tried to sound as desperate as I felt, "I need to scrap, please." I couldn't guess what his reply would be, but I knew if he said no, I'd have to walk away but if he gave me a spot, there'd be a catch.

"Night's over. There's no fighter on your level here tonight," Hoshi replied, clearly rejecting me. But then the bastard next to him cut in.

"Wait a moment, Hoshi-san. I've got a mutt… you've got a mutt… and they seem… to be on the same Grade.

Why not have a 'dog fight'?" Genji suggested, putting a cigarette stick between his dried ashen lip and lit it up.

"Why not?" Hoshi first acted like he was actually think it over for a few seconds before agreeing with the gangster, without my bloody consent, which I guess that was the catch— being that I couldn't back down from any fight he gave me.

He then gestured to a guy wearing shades standing on some janky wooden podium across the room. The guy hurried over, and he whispered something in the guy's ear.

"Oi, call that mutt—Akio" as Hoshi did all that, Genji yelled as he lazily turns to a short guy standing a few feet behind him. The short man was also wearing similar black suit and bird tattoo on his forehead.

The short man gave a quick nod, and turned back, walking and disappearing into a crowd behind him.

After a few moments, the short man emerged from the rowdy crowd with a guy about my age with a Mohawk and had same bird tattoo as the short and Genji.

"This is my mutt" Genji sneered, flaunting his 'possession' to Hoshi as he roughly grabbed the guy by the back of his neck and the guy did nothing but remained utterly submissive, as he was pulled like an animal.

Hoshi gave a slight nod of approval, then turned his attention toward the rickety podium and signaled the guy with the shades. The 'shade-guy' grabbed the mic and brought it close to his lips, his voice dripping with malicious glee.

He blew a deep breath to the receiver of the mic, and from the speakers came an amplified version of the sound of his deep breath.

The sound swept across the room with utter coldness and demand of undivided attention from every living-thing present and the crowd obeyed the unspoken command; momentarily hold their tongue and gave him most of their attention, the guy allow the silence to soak itself into the atmosphere, lasting for 5 second at least before opening his mouth to speak.

"What's a scrap night without a little more b-l-o-o-d-b-a-t-h? What is it without seeing fucking dogs trying to tear each other apart for s-c-r-a-p-s? ..." the guy spoke with a spine-chilling voice of a creep, and seems to love stretching the last word of each of his sentences.

He continued "Luckily, we got some dogs locked up in here, with the sole aim of delivering the more carnage to fill our fucking b-e-l-l-i-e-s … a fight with no mercy, no breaks, no tap out, no bells, no K. f-u-c-k-i-n-g- O…" He seized his talking; letting his words hang in the air as he paced around the podium and scratching his messed-up hair like voices were whispering into his ears.

The crowd was electric because of his stupid theatrics; roaring and howling like wild deranged animals trying to burst out of a cage.

All of a sudden, he raised his voice to the bloody roof, yelling like he aimed for the whole Sumiyoshi to hear "…I don't know about you but I want more blood, more screams, more begging, more shattered bones, more tearing of fucking limb to limb!!!". He yelled so much, everyone could his arteries popping of his forehead.

Then he went silent again and stopped his 'mad-man' pacing around the podium.

His face was all red and covered with sweat as he panted like he just ran from one end of the city to another, then opened his mouth to speak with more subtleness and calm, which I think is the normal tone of his voice "Now, let's have some …." The crowd refused to let him finish, hijacking what seem to be his last word that everyone knew to well and yelled wildly "Dog Fight, Dog Fight, Dog Fight…!" repeatedly and in near-perfect unison with wild excitement.

The untamed behaviour of the crowd drew a wicked smile on the emcee's croaked face.

There I was, standing at the centre of the ravening of the mob and my soul had just one thing to tell me and the only words that came to mind is 'I am fucked tonight'; something I felt to an intense degree, fearing of what might happen in the cage… to me specifically.

Dog fight is literally a fight of slaves; it only ends when at least one of the owners; which presently is Hoshi and Psycho gangster says so; it doesn't even end if one of the fighters die.

The killer must continue to plummet attacks on the dead body of their opponent, until they are told to yield.

It is a straight up bloody fight and anything goes; be it the use of melee, biting, poking, scratching, maiming, etc… even side arms (but 'owners' tend to strip glocks off their fighters before entering the ring), it is basically to be as gruesome and violent as a man can be, with no concept of surrender.

"To the dogs… Enter the fucking cage and try to tear each other apart" The emcee uttered with an epicaricaric smirk and a jolly tone.

Our names, Grades or anything at all were not announced since we temporally but currently 'slaves'.

Breaking off from the scathing sneer he gave since he first laid his eyes on me, Akio pulled off his worn-out singlet and cracked his neck before entering the cage. I followed suite; pulling off my wet bag pack and 'Rat' armour-fur vest, armless patched-up hoodie and my beat-up boots, leaving me shirtless, then I enter from another side of the cage; directly opposite Akio.

People booed, shouted, cussed at us from outside but Akio eyes were locked on mine with clear intent and focus; one of us will be the only one to come out of this cage alive, so fear under the crazed willingness to do anything to survive could be seen in our eyes.

"Fight!" Immediately the emcee commanded, we gradually moved closer to each other with our hands up.

Without any invitation, I threw the first jab (with my right hand) which he parried with left hand, I didn't relent and threw another quick cross, a jab and another cross punch (with my left hand, right and left hand respectively) but he parried two attacks, took a step back to dodge the last attack.

We repositioned ourselves, retaking our stances then raising our fist up again, he gradually but cautious paced closer, then surprisingly delivered a swift jab, hook punch and a front kick.

I parried his jab, barely parried his hook but couldn't dodge the front kick as it hit my lower abdomen - forcefully pushing me back.

The punch felt like a hammer, but I do not have the time to bitch around now, I quickly moved forward and threw a hook, an uppercut and another hook (with my right hand, left hand and right hand; one at a time), Akio blocked these strikes while moving backward.

He might have not been struck but the guy was clearly unprepared for those fast strikes, because he moved back hurriedly, trying not trip as he did. He kept a good distance between us; probably taking a breather or to checking me for weaknesses or wanting me to come at him again, then he plans on giving me a damning counter, which might work since the dude moves fast.

I could guess what he was thinking, but couldn't know for sure and my only options are - to either patiently draw him in or throw a move at him; a move so sudden or difficult for the bastard to react.

Both options had their pecks and downside, but I had to choose now or he will choose for me.

I very much do not want to beaten to death, so it will be in my favour if the flow of this fight is dictated by me, instead of the other guy.

I made my decision without much thought and ran with full force, launching myself forward into the air, throwing a knee strike to his face.

The reacted fast, like suspected he would by raising his two-fisted hands to his face, in order to absorb a good amount power of the knee attack.

Nimble reaction is one thing, but it doesn't shit in defence, compared to a firm guard.

The knee strike went through flimsy guard-block like fucking hot rod through ice; striking him flat on his nose.

He moved a few steps backward with a painful grunt and blood dripping out of his torn-up nose, yet the guy quickly regain his senses, shaking his head roughly and launched an immediate counter-attack - full swing aimed to my face, clearly not wanting me to take advantage of his split-second disorientation and launching a follow-up attack, but the guy's full swing was out of half-assed at best and fuel by desperation.

Watching the movement of his right shoulder told me what he wanted to do before he was in motion with the full swing, I simply lowered my body a bit and felt the wind of his swing past over my head.

I took a quick step reducing the gap between us, then threw a hook punch with clear intent; fuelled with murder to his exposed belly.

The sucker punch made him moan heavily in pain – Even I could feel how painful it was from the tone of his moan.

He stumbled backwards loosely and repeated tried gasping for breath with his back getting closer and closer to a corner of the cage.

I absorbed his condition for a bit before attempting to close the distance he was creating between as I raised my body up gradually; all to launch a front kick, when he suddenly dashed forward and roughly wrapping his sweaty arms around my waist, falling to his knee and executing a fast knee movement to my back, with his arms still wrapped and locked around me.

The sudden tight 'rear bearhug' from behind, caught me completely off guard and the guy didn't lose a second as raising me off the ground before I could even piece together what just happened, slamming me with tremendous force on the ground like a sack of shit, my ears to ring like a fucking police siren.

I temporarily couldn't see, hear or process anything like that was happening around for an unknown amount of time.

The only thing felt is base of my skull aching with mind-tearing pain and nothing else.

I imagine Akio did not waste any time as I soon felt him sitting on me and pinning me to the ground to face him properly, I then saw flickering of light - going out and returning, as indescribable sharp pain coursed through my face, with each sudden but short darkness.

My thoughts finally returned and I felt face being littered unbearable itching pain with, it still took a second or two before I could process what was happening to me and desperately raised up my hands to guard my face but Akio continued throwing punches with each one heavier than the last and tried dragging my hands away on irregular intervals.

I despairingly struggled to protected my face but the punches landed kept on raining on my hand and face like a typical month of the rainy season.

I direly tried moving my body around, to throw him off me or at least disrupt the frequency of his devastating punches but the guy stuck on like fucking glue and didn't relent his merciless attack for a freaking second.

Still in utter fear and desperation, I swung my right leg over his head, then placed my calve under his neck; trying to push him back.

Akio responded by biting my leg like the dog that he is, causing me to wail loudly in pain but I didn't relent my leg-pull on his neck even when my body just wanted to, for the pain to end immediately.

Akio somehow noticed my resolve and intent, so he just sank his teeth deeper into fucking my flesh; bathing his mouth with my thick red blood but it was at this moment Akio seized throwing his punches, as he noticed my pull still didn't soften at all and was actually getting stronger, so he redirected all his strength to his neck muscle and teeth – making the bite much more unbearable.

That was all the opportunity I need - tighten my bloody right fist and swiftly throwing a strong cross to his left ear and another one, and another with intent of each one stronger than the last on the same ear.

Bastard started lose his sense and strength with each punch, until he let go of savage bite on my leg.

I was seriously mad landing two bloody jabs to his nose with my left fist, making his head jerk backwards; carrying a small portion of my flesh and blood in his mouth.

As the bastard fell back, I didn't let fall in peace; giving him another jab with left fist, though not with much power compared to my initial attack, I couldn't find the strength such a punch because the adrenaline rush seems to be finally over and the insane stinging pain from my bleeding right calve sucked up most of my strength and will, as I tried to bear it.

As his upper body jerked back from the punch, I brought my left leg over his head, kicking him on the chest; finally pushing him back with all the force I could muster in that one kick, then I hurriedly crawled backwards till my back touched the bars of the cage, with my eyes still focused on him, in case he gets back up faster than I hoped.

Luckily, he fell flat on his ass and stayed like that; patting very weakly while I forceful push my body to get up, using the iron bars which served as the walls of the cage to support myself but my right leg trembled like crazy and stung like a motherfucker; it was bleeding out so much blood and half-a-mouth size of flesh on my calve was dangling in the air with a very small piece attaching it to the rest of my leg but the pain wasn't the whole reason I was trembling.

I was in fucking shock; the inability to currently use my right leg, the realization of getting injuries more like or worse than this one if the bastard manages to stand up, the fucking audience clamouring savagely like mad hungry Aggressors for the fight to carry on and the worse of all - the possibility of the now-immobilized yet dangerously scary opponent in front me seriously maiming or killing me if it didn't play out like this.

The realization that I might fucking died struck the feeling of surviving out of me, and I instinctively started limping forward with my left leg, using the bars of the cage as support, hastily looking for an exit of the bloody cage around.

'Taking this fight was a bloody mistake' I quietly thought as I hastily try to look for a goddamn exit.

Some people began to throw things like, stones, broken bottles, sticks, tin cans, broken plastic contains at my direction, though the cage to most of the hit, some still hit my fingers gripping the bars of the cage tightly.

'I didn't want to fucking die' that was all what I could think of at the moment, that's when my eyes fell on my opponent who has risen up with his eyes fiercely looking at me in my eyes with a scary intent, he spits out of blood from his mouth, which I could guess was mine.

Things became worse at that moment, as the skin-head guy with piercing in him nose, covered in tattoos all over his body (including his head) throw two rusted kitchen knives into the cage with no one in the cage noticing and the voice of Akio's benefactor struck the only fighters' ears.

Genji calmly yelled "…No more kissing each other, do some fucking damage or I will come inside and do the damage to both of you", though Hoshi seem to have nothing to say, as I could not hear his voice, and I really didn't give a fuck what he or Genji thought, I needed to the fuck out of here quickly!

Getting 'punishment' is much better that being very dead.

Akio's face was a heck of a mess; his forehead had two swollen lumps and each swell were at most- as big as my freaking fist, the fridge of his nose was a bit swollen and bleeding from one deep horizontal cut on it, he also had many purplish areas like fist and foot-imprints on his chest and stomach but he was in a very much better condition than me, I might not be able to see myself but I felt it.

Akio walked to the middle of the cage like raging drunken devil and picked up the two rusted knives.

'Fuck! These knives weren't here when we started fighting, they definitely got in here by some fucker in crowd outside that threw shit at me.' I couldn't help but lament internally as my mind tried to distract itself by thinking of the unknown fucker that threw in the knives into the caged-ring.

Getting stab by those rusted things is not going to be way too fucking painful to freaking bear; they're blunt as hell, so it won't sink easily into flesh like a sharp one would.

The freaking knives would have to pulled out and stabbed in again for 'em to go through, until one finally dies… that'll be some serious painful way to go.

'Fuck!' I lamented again and couldn't help but imagine a knife getting stuck in the muscle or something as it's getting pulled out? That's not something I want to feel.

I instantly became guarded; almost forgetting about my bleeding leg as I stared at Akio with fear, wary and a bit of resolve, trying to predict his next move and fucking survive it.

Akio stood still looking at me for a few seconds, probably wanting me to drown in more fear and get my head flooded with distracting thoughts, which is really solid because his plan is working. The bastard just zoomed towards me with no freaking hint (maybe I was too distracted by fear to any) and them two fucking knives in his hands.

I instinctively planted both my feet on the freaking ground, gritting my teeth as I tried bear out the pain that my right calve refused to spare me of, then launching a frightening tornado kick at Akio with all the intent and force I could muster, as soon as he got rushed forward.

The kick landed exactly where I intended it to hit – the left side of his stupid head, causing him to be seriously disoriented and falling to his right like a bag of dump.

The guy couldn't help but let go of those freaking knives, and immediately my feet touched the ground after that insane kick, my body screamed in protest of the pain – most coming from my face and right leg but I immediately willed the painful experience down again then gather more strength from the gods-knows-where and zoomed towards the dizzy Akio who was on one knee, launching myself in the air and delivering a devastating 'Superman punch' on left side of Akio's temple… AGAIN.

Akio's eyes lost focus and immediately closed up as his whole body went limp, falling sideways like a messy sack of sand.

Immediately I got a sense of him losing consciousness, I immediately fell on my ass and looking back; outside the caged-ring, trying to locate Hoshi with my eyes and when I found him, he looked straight back into mine with no expression then after a few seconds he raised up his hand – signalling the end of the match, making the emcee reluctantly announce.

"It seems we won't get to see any dog die tonight people, fuckers seem to have beaten the shit out of each so much, neither can give us a…good closing. Well, anyway we will call it a freaking Good Night…" then he laughed maniacally as some boos were thrown at him along with cusses while some others either softly cheered or laughed.

The one of the entrances of caged ring was being opened by that same bald guy covered in tattoos and piercings on his chin, and I was finally let out of it.

I gathered the little strength I could conjure after taking few very deep breathes, then stood up while using the bar of the cage as support and limped gradually to exit this freaking cage.

As I limped out of the cage with intense pain coursing through my face and right leg with no one supporting me except the bar of the cage; my movement was sluggish.

"Bitch, get outta here… I don't have all day" 'bald tattooed nose-piecing guy' said with irritation.

I moved as fast as I could, out of cage and grabbed my stuff I pulled off before the fight, then continued limping still I got to a pile of wall debris and rusted metal cans before falling on my ass and resting my back on some boulder of stones.

The crowd were leaving almost immediately as the whole night was announced to be over, going through different exits as I looked around.

'My eye' I could help but say in my mind as I finally noticed that I couldn't open my left eye very well.

I briefly recall noticing it after I got Akio off me in the ring but I didn't pay much attention to it then; I couldn't, not in the presence of the devil-fucker.

As I thought about all that, I caught the short guy with a small bird on his forehead from earlier dragging Akio's unconscious body by his left arm, across the rough ground and out of the cage; not caring as his head hit a metal bar of the cage door or as small pieces of broken glass found their way in his back.

Then all of a sudden, a huge figure came out of nowhere and overshadowed me as I sat on the ground, I looked up and confirmed it to be Hoshi, he held up some dirty-looking Yen notes and tossed it on my lap along with my bag pack, shoes and other stuffs before saying.

"I've removed the money you owe me for spotting in my gym for last 5 weeks now, you still own me 3 week and counting… Quack and Asuka will come your way soon, so that's 8,960 yen. Fix yourself up and go home",

Hoshi walked away heading to the direction of the elevator I took to get in here earlier, I suddenly heard a hard slap and turn to find out who was the sorry fool that was getting bitch-slapped; seeing others in pain sometimes helps with mine.

It was that short handman of Genji's dishing Akio some mouth tearing slaps and he gave another and another, with Genji just standing behind him, as he glared at Akio with annoyance and anger.

Akio seemed to have woken up by force when he received the third slap and started weakly muttering something out of nowhere, I could not hear what exactly he said but Genji responded in extreme irritation as he kicked him on the chest.

Sending the guy several feet, till he got caught by a pile of rubbles, coughing hard as he back slammed again them rubbles, Genji and his lackey calmly strolled to where the guy was currently taking a 'serious' breather.

"Motherfucker, you could not even beat someone on your fucking level… you can't kill an old man, you can't take out two of Date's boys, you can't outrun a fucking fat Enforcer… you can't do shit. Fucking ass-whip!" Genji shouts as he wanted to strike on his chest again but for some reason stopped after a few seconds and touched his skinned head.

"I know what you need, I know what you need…" The psycho muttered as he caressed his shiny bald head.

"Hida, go to his place, find his fucking sister, brother…and… and whoever the fuck is there and give them a good beating, then break two fingers of each of their hand… no… no… (That won't do) Cut off all of their finger on their left hand!" Genji ordered the short guy in a raging tone, as he was looking down at Akio who sobs and groan as he curved up like a ball or like he had a stomach ache; touching the area of his chest that Genji killed, still muttering and pleading.

Genji immediately looked my way, causing me to instantly advert my gaze.

I looked the other way as I wonder what the fuck was wrong with me, to even look at them in the first place and cussing myself for doing such a dumb thing.

I sudden hear footsteps approaching me from the direction of Genji and co, in given time a shadow then loomed over me as I sat on the floor.

I slowly turned my head to face the figure was blocking the light, I could guess who it was already and began extremely fearful of what he might do to me for looking.

I can't talk my way through shit like Daigo; making me wish he was here but he wasn't, so as I faced the person; bowing my head down, the first thing my eye looked at were his dirty but good-looking shoes, then I slowly raised my head up; scanning his black suit to confirm my fear but before my eye could reach his neck to verify who it is, a strong kick landed on my belly which caused me to fall on my side and groan weakly.

"…Fucking bastard, looking all smug for shit… You're some lucky ass-face that I got places to freaking be and you are Hoshi's mutt, I would have ripped off your arms and beat you to death with 'em" Genji said with crazed annoyance.

Fucking psycho, how the fuck can I look smug when I can barely open my fucking eye. Fuck, I wish I could feed him his fucking tongue!

Thankfully, he immediately left after saying all that but I still gritted my teeth in pain nerve-racking, unable to get up to my two feet.

I just lay on the damp rough ground, with the only wish repeatedly announced in my mind was for the pain I felt all over my body to just vanish.

My mind wasn't too concerned about the 'how', I just wanted it to end and the whole thing kept looping in my head until after a minute or so, when I heard a feminine voice.

"Quack, get him up" the voice came from behind me.

A skinny man in his mid-forties with shaved head came to my view as I forced my head look behind me.

The old man wore a patched-up T-shirt and ragged jean short with a cigarette in him mouth and a massive tattoo (the Japanese character for 'awaken') under his left eye.

He bent down; placing one of his palms under the side of my head that touched the ground and placed his other hand on my right shoulder, pulling me to sit upright against the pile of rubbles and metal scraps.

"You look like shit, Rat-boy… I freaking thank the clouds I'm not you" The thin old man – 'Quack' teases, his glove-like tattoo could be seen as he crouched in front of me and just stared at me.

"Quack, hurry up… the kid is in pain" another voice said; feminine this time but still familiar.

The female said that as she walked to the front of my face.

Quack took out a springe from his weird black fanny pack hanging on belly then stabbed it in my arm, and after a few second grabbed my back of head with one hand, using his thumb and index finger of his other hand to widen the lid of my right eye… looking for something there.

He examined other parts of my body as I sat still, from the swollen left eye, neck, chest, all the way down to my legs, before stating to the woman beside him "Hmmm, his eye seems to still be good, so I'll just puncture the swollen bag under it to release the blood and reduce the swelling, then you can take it from there.

He also has a serious injury on his right leg… one nasty looking bite but the leg will be alright, if you handle it…. Hmmm, aside for the cuts and bruise on his face and chest area, I think that's all" Quack declare with a nonchalant tone, pulling out a switch blade and cutting the flesh under my left eye.

Has he did so, my eye slowly opened; which felt freaking good.

Quack stepped back and Asuka (the woman beside him) crouched in front of me, place her right-hand palm over my eye, tiny bolts of green electric-spark zipped out of her palm and made contacted to my eye and the area of skin covered by her palm.

Like always, it wasn't painful; one wouldn't even know she doing something really but I could definitely feel the cut under my left eye close up and the pain from the eye itself depreciate.

She then moved her hands to my right leg (my calves to be precise), then release the same bolts of green-colour electricity from her palm and I felt my injury closing.

"I'll take half the price for these ones" she says, placing her palm close to my belly and doing her 'magic'.

"God, don't tell me you want to fuck the kid?" Quack said with a tone suspiciousness and disapproval, standing very close beside Asuka.

Asuka didn't show any sign of responding to him, so the sudden seizing of her powers and form of a fist, swinging the back of the fist hard to Quack's junk few inches behind her right shoulder, even caught me by surprise.

Quack helplessly held the area between his legs, walking sideway awkwardly for some seconds before putting one hand against a wall and throwing his head down, as he silently wails and cuss at Asuka.

Asuka returned her hand to my belly, bathing it with her green-electricity; healing me off the bruise and pain, she then moved to the other parts of my face like my nose and lips.

It took a while but let's say in eight to ten minutes she was done.

"H…How much?" I asked with a sense of relieve of the pain as I sat more comfortably on the floor.

"The usual" Asuka says as a response.

I recall a time when a host of one of the channels on the train's TV was saying shit about Evolves with healing powers like Asuka, of their powers being of different types, potency, scale and limitations of what they can heal or cure.

Asuka is the only Evolve with healing powers I've seen and heard of from others.

Asuka can deal with external and some internal injuries but I never heard or seen her deal with stuffs like diseases, poisoning, or growing back a body part (even a finger).

I guess if she could, she won't be half a person but she isn't completely lame and her kind are fucking rare, I've never heard of anyone like her outside the Conquest District.

I handed 2,600 yen to Asuka and she gave me a certain look; I guess a bit of pity, anger or something… I honestly don't what exactly and don't care at the moment.

She took the money at last, telling me to 'take care' before leaving.

Quack still grabbing his crouch; gently and repeatedly massaging it as he angrily stared at Asuka, watching her leave without saying anything to him.

He weirdly turned his head back to my face me, with his face holding a certain perplex expression.

"Rat boy, the rate for patching up you guys has gone up. It's twice of that shit you use to pay per minor injury and my services is now 900 for every area I examine for you to fix… I don't know why Asuka of all the gold-digging whore took the former fee and shit and frankly - I don't care, but you better get your shit together, Ratty… I don't work on freaking credit" Quack said, not taking the money, I stretched my hand out to give him until I added more yen notes - double of usual fee.

He took the money and spread the bills out a bit; counting it just by looking at 'em, then moved his eyes back to me before shaking his head for some reason known to him alone and leaving.

I watched him leave, leaving me with few people that stayed back after everyone has left; a group were playing cards while passing joint amongst themselves and I also noticed very few that just went into a corner to sleep.

I sat there a couple of minutes, thinking about what happened a few moments ago, what could have happened, what my life would have been if I was born in the other districts or some rich-ass family, I daydreamed all that while wearing my clothes.

When I finally acknowledge I've rested enough, I just stood up and left this place; I couldn't go back to the gym so I exited through another route I somewhat remember.

The route I followed should lead me to the street after the one the 'UnDerGrounD' is on and after going through some passages, I came out of some dusty old garage full of really old and rusted machine parts.