The English disconnection

Dan was standing next to the motorcycle, thinking of how he hadn't the keys to the bike. Then he decided to try the rest of the keys in the bundle, to see if there could be one that matched the ignition. Finally, the fifth one fitted right through. Dan rejoiced. It was probably the first time he was getting lucky, that night. That, of course, if he managed to ride that thing.

At his eighth try, he finally managed to get a hang to it, and went off.
That agglomerate of streets were certainly property of the Genetics lab company and dedicated, exclusively, to the working employees, as those two avenues had a more modern outlook than the ones he saw in the town earlier. That would also explain why the settling was located somewhere at the town's outskirts. Surely, the main research complex would be further ahead, at the end of the avenues.
Not knowing fully well where the downtown was located, Dan took the way that he thought was best, at the same time as he tried to remember the route in which Vincent had came from the station. Along the road, he was observing the constructions in the landscape, composed mostly of two, three storeys high buildings, clearly aging, and coloured blue, navy-blue, grey, or white.

What he couldn't see, though, was people. Nobody on sight.
Only a few animals, like birds, mice, fireflies, the occasional crow and even hyenas. He could always hear the nerve-racking sounds made by owls and grasshoppers, that dispelled the disturbing, menacing, and constant, silence. Even the small trees, thick, and about 9, 10 foot high (around 2,75 and 3,1 meters), seemed to hide the greatest dangers.
And the night so dark, so unpredictable, so terribly warm and anxiously cold, more so by the fact that the moonlight was so sparse, since the moon was almost just a curved white line.

Dan was arriving to the bulk of the town. If he could find someone, who would be able to tell him that everything was just an insane nightmare...; just the mere fact of not being alone would comfort him.
But no, as he crossed a diagonal street, with two banks and a health care center, his feelings of being in ghost town was only increasing. Whatever had happened there, it was definitely something catastrophic. At that exact moment, the words of despair, that Vincent had told him before, echoed inside his mind. " They are... out there ! ". It looked like a B movie come to life.

The silence could be cut with a knife. The ground there had granulated, sand-like appearance as before. Noticing the greyish colour, Dan had a sudden revelation. He realized that he had already been in that street before, in that night. It was clear now. He was accompanied with that Pecora guy. The street that was called Guvaderu street. That man should, probably, be still there in the neighbourhood.