The shorty mutant got angrier and angrier and the conversation escalated and you went virtually ignored. You decided to button your shirt back up and put your pants back on... where is your other leg?
"I think you were trying to rip me off! I'm not standing for any of this! The negotiation is off!"
"Come on now, let's n-"
"HISSSS"
She didn't want to hear anymore of it, she grabbed you by your good arm and stormed out of the junk shop, with your left arm trailing behind you by a thick cable that hadn't corroded. Good thing you got your pants back.
She took you outside where you saw her little motor wagon. It didn't have a roof and looked like a shoebox on wheels. You were back in the vast field you had woke up in, but now you don't see the city ANYWHERE in sight. The mountain range was there though, you must be on the other side where you can't see the city. You were in a barren little town, in the shop district. It was more run down looking than the city streets you had remembered last being. You need to find out where the rest of you was, both legs would be nice to have. You looked at a reflective puddle and saw how beat up you were, you need a overhaul of parts. But first things first, Negotiation of freedom.
