Okay, I'm getting fed up with this site upgrade or whatever is happening here, so because I'm so impatient I'm reposting my blogs that have been deleted. If the old ones pop up, I'll delete these so I don't look like a repetative dipstick *_* In other news, enjoy :)
http://www.mychemicalromance.com/blog/gravity-star/california-2019-part-1
“I hate bikes,” Cola muttered, awkwardly dismounting the white machine. He slowly lowered himself to the ground, tenderly stretching his legs. I kicked down the stand and flexed my sore arms, taking off my jacket as I looked around us. There was nothing but dirt and hills and little patches of hopeless shrubs.
“Where the hell are we?” I murmured, more to myself than to the others. Blue looked up from her bike, which she was still sitting on, fiddling with the GPS. I had a vague idea what she was doing to dismantle it, but I was happy to sit back and let someone who knew what she was doing to work it all out.
“Well, according to these things, we’re somewhere in Zone 4. About five miles more and there’s a supply depot they use on desert patrols,” she said, going back to stripping wires with her nails and ripping them in a particular order. Within minutes she was onto Crys’s motorcycle.
“That’s pretty good, the last I saw my friends was Zone 6,” I said optimistically. If they’d gone to Dr. Death Defying’s station in Zone 7, we were still more than halfway, and if they weren’t, at least he would know where they were and how we could contact them. “It shouldn’t be long now.” Cola sighed gratefully.
“I’m looking forward to some decent company, finally,” he moaned. Crys shot him a sarcastically offended, angry look.
“I beg your pardon, what does that say for us?” she asked accusingly. We all knew she was joking but Agent Cola gave her an apologetic look. I giggled and collapsed against the tree, glancing around. Eventually I looked up, straight into the heart of the tree’s leaves, and started trying to work out what the little fruits growing on it were. Lemons? No, too tall. Mangoes, maybe? Jeez, I wish. They kind of looked like apples in shape, but since when are apples orange...
“Okay, it took us about an hour to cover three and a bit Zones and you said we aren’t even going in the right direction,” Crys said, interrupting my daydream. I phased back and saw her lying on the ground next to me, looking at Cola questioningly. He nodded wearily from his place a few feet away.
“That’s right” he said. He glanced to his right, back the way we had come. The Canyon was nowhere in sight. “We should probably move. They won’t waste time letting us cover too much ground,” he said, rolling to his feet in one nimble move. He was right, and no matter how much we wanted to rest right now, we couldn’t exactly afford to. Blue chuckled grimly.
“There is no way in hell I’m going back in that cell,” she muttered, flexing her fingers around the handlebars. I struggled to a standing position and started staggering back to my bike, pulling my black short-sleeved jacket on. Within another minute we were all back on our bikes, ready to take off. Crys turned back to Blue, who was next to me.
“So, these GPS systems? Caput?” she grinned, pointing at the black screen. When Blue shook her head, her face morphed in horror. Blue’s eyes widened and she shook her head vigorously.
“No, no, no, no, no, not like that! The trackers are gone but the GPS still works. We might be able to pick up some stuff at this depot, then find the place their contacts are at,” she said, gesturing to Cola and I. Crys laughed shakily, waving her hand carelessly.
“Shit! Don’t do that, I thought you meant... Oh, never mind, let’s go already,” she grinned, shaking her head and turning back to the front. We clicked the ignition and once again, took off into the never-ending desert.
