"Somthin' tells me I'm not in K City anymore," I sighed when the creature turned around and walked away. "Wanna tell me where I am?"
The woman cocked her head to the side as if she was studying me. "You're not from here, are you?" she asked. "It sounds like you are speaking my language, but your lips are forming them weirdly."
"Welcome to my world," I replied, trying to get comfortable. It turned out that I was in a cage, one that barely fit someone my size, and that was saying a lot. It looked to be designed for a dog, but not one of the pampered pooches I had seen on TV.
Instead, these ones seemed to be built for the Dobermans or Rottweilers. The exposed metal bars were less than a hand width apart and as strong as anything. Even the base of the cage was metal bars, each one sinking into the dirt under me.
