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[color=696969]The Apartment Group
110 E 8th St
Wilmington, Delaware[/color][/center]

      The man in the suit (the one who had suggested coming here in the first place) had woken up Todd and presented him with a drink and some food, telling him to have as much as he wanted. He liked that idea. Todd's vision was blurry at first, as the man walked away to talk to some people, but with a rub of his eyes he managed to see what was in front of him. At first, he thought he [i]was[/i] dead - right there in front of him was a 2 litre bottle of Dr Pepper. [i]Dr Pepper...[/i]

      This got all the life back into him. The boy quickly scrambled off the ground and sat down, twisting the lid open and listening to the satisfying [i]ssssssssh[/i] of the gas escaping. He then pulled it off, bringing the rim to his lips, and smelling the sweet liquid as it ran into his mouth. He closed his eyes, savouring the taste as his entire mouth learned the existance of liquid once again. He drank a little bit, wanting to save some for later, before moving onto the cheerios.

      Todd practically poured a fifth of the bag into his mouth, crunching away contently. If he were any smaller, you'd almost think he were a toddler laughing at a sneeze. He closed the box - making sure to use the special tabs to keep it fresh - and made sure the lid was on the Dr Pepper good and tight. Then, he stood up, the pop in his right hand and the cereal in his left, before walking over to where the football player and three men he hadn't seen before were.

      "[color=331000]Where are we?[/color]" He asked, holding his food and drink possessively.