Post-Apocalypse Ch. 8

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Post-Apocalypse Ch. 8

Sorry If The Last One Sucked. I Know It Was Very Short. Sorry About That. My Computer Literally Had Like 2 Minutes Of Battery Left And I Couldn't Find The Charger! :o But Yeah. I Found The Charger So This One Will Be Longer, And MOre Interesting I Promise(: Haha. Okay So The Song now Is "NaNaNa". So Here It Is........
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As Soon As We Came Back From The Scrap Yard.... It Was As If We Hit The Jack Pot! We Had Everything We Needed. Instead Of Our Guns Having A Plastic Coating, It Was Now Going To Be Made Out Of Metal. Less Easy To Be Destroyed. We Found Laser Cartridges That Were Like 1,000 Times More Enhanced Than The Ones That We Had In Our Other Ray-Guns. These Guns Were Going To Be Better Than Ever. We Got Straight To Work Right Away. Of Course We Already Knew How To Put Them To Together. We Did It Once, We Prayed To God We Could Do It Again. So We Started With Our Work. We All Carried About Our Own Conversations While We Worked. For Once Me And Poison Weren't Together. He Was Over By Jet And Ghoul. So I Went To Go Talk To Kobra.
"Mind If I Work Over Here?"
He Looked Up At Me A Bit Surprised. I Guess He Expected I Would Be With Poison. I Didn't Blame Him.
"Um Sure. Shouldn't You Be With Poison Though?" I Laughed At This.
"No. We Thought We'd Talk To Other People For Once."
"Oh. Well Okay Then."
We Started Our Work. We Didn't Talk For A While. We Were Both Pretty Intimate When It Came To Our Work. Me And Him Had That In Common. We Didn't Like Screw-Ups To Be Our Fault. You Can't Blame Us. I Doubt You Like That Either. Now Am I Right Or Am I Right? After A While, I Stopped Working And Looked Up At Him. He Was Still Looking Down, Working On His Gun. I Took A Moment Just To Look At Him. His Blonde Hair Was Drooping Around His Eyes. His Muscles Were Very Noticeable From The Wire-y Outline Forming On His Arm. I Could See His Ray-Gun In The Reflection Of His Contacts. I Let Out A Giggle. Then It Grew Louder. Of Course, Not Loud Enough For The Guys On The Other Side Of The Room To Hear, But Loud Enough For Kobra To Hear And Look Up. He Looked Up With A 'What?" Type Of Face.
"What's So Funny?" He Asked.
"YOU!"
"How?!"
"Because. Mikey Used To Be So Dorky And Adorable And Akward. Mikey Was All Skinny And Looked Like A Dork With Those Glasses That He Used To Always Wear At The End Of His Nose. Then WIth The Black Eyeliner You Were A Bad Boy That Was STILL Dorky. Now You Look All Tough With Your New Hair And Stuff, But You're Still The Same." I Smiled At Him.
"Na Na Na I'm Not LIstening!" He Said.
I Looked Over His Shoulder TO See Poison Looking At Us. He Smiled.