[ WP ] You have an ATM that gives you the exact amount of money you need to survive for the day , how you spend it is your choice . Today you are given $ 70,000,000 .

Janice nervously checked the heavy backpack again, making sure the tiny lock was still in place. She glanced around the corner and saw no one was there and proceeded at pace heading for the train. 
 
 Her behavior was out of character, but then again the SurvivalMatic has only ever given her at most $ 1500 for a day, and that day her car broke down. She knew nothing good would come from the hefty amount it bestowed upon her that morning. $ 70 million dollars. Most people would be ecstatic to have that amount in their bank account. Not her, for starters it was n't in a bank account. It was also the exact total she would need to SURVIVE the day. 
 
 Her clammy hands fumbled in the pocket of jeans once again. She checked the GPS of her family. They did n't know. Her daughter was still in school and her husband was out of town on business. 
 
 As she approached the turnstile she deposited her train fare and hopped onboard. She glanced at the strange faces around her as she took a seat in the very back to feel secure. In the front of the car a hooded figure with piercing blue eyes and a days growth of stubble made eye contact. The mysterious man glared at her as he spat a chewed toothpick onto the floor and moved seats to the middle of the car. 
 
 Janice clutched the backpack tighter. She had the for thought to secure a belt through the straps of the backpack and around her waist so a mugger could n't run off with it. 
 
 The train bustled quickly under the city. As it slowed down for the next stop Janice fidgeted. She glanced at the man his eyes were still fixated on her. The train doors opened and the robovoice announced the stop. Janice bolted pushing an elderly man to the ground on accident. The blue eyed man stepped over the elderly man and proceeded after Janice. 
 
 Janice trudged up the stairs to the exit. She glanced behind her and saw the man. She let out an audible gasp and quicker her pace as much as the boulder like backpack allowed her. She was exhausted from the weight. 
 
 She emerged into daylight. The man was keeping a good distance behind her. She wondered what he wanted. How he knew about the money. He could n't have possibly known. She was n't rich all the time. Just yesterday she had a mere $ 5. 
 
 Janice glanced in both directions and stepped off the curb to cross the street. Around the corner an SUV blaring heavy bass music with rattling windows came flying. Janice paused in fear. In that split second moment she could n't decide if she should turn back or continue. It did n't matter. It was too late. The driver of the automobile had his head down. He never saw her. As the SUV impacted her body, the fender ripped open the backpack making it rain crisp hundred dollar bills. As her head struck the pavement her eyes popped back open momentairly. Her head rolled to the side the man last was. He was no longer there. She pushed through the pain and scanned the crowd. Sirens were already wailing. Strangers were trying to hold her neck in place, but she had to know. She strained. She found the figure she was looking for. He had turned left after the stairs and was three buildings down, she watched as he opened the door to his office building and went inside to work. He was never after her. Her head struck the pavement again as her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she lost consciousness.
