Free Ride [Motorcycle TF]
I'm probably here because of a lot of bad decisions. Maybe it's deciding to drop everything and moving south to San Francisco. Maybe it's deciding to ride my motorcycle down even though the weather forecast was predicted. Or maybe it's how of all buildings in an abandoned town I could take shelter in, I decided to enter a factory. That's when the wind decided to blow really strong, slamming the back door shut. Bad decisions bad decisions.
I've tried every other door in this factory, and they are all locked too. I see an office up on the upper floors though, and if there are any keys to one of these doors, it'll definitely be up there. I go up the flight of metal stairs, disturbing years of dust with each step. Now I'm coughing. Great. The doors to the office are locked anyway. If Reese knew about this, he'd go "Dave, I told you going there is a bad idea. Now look what you've got yourself into again.". He's definitely my best friend, but sometimes he cares too much. Doesn't he get it, o