Danger Days--Part 28

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Danger Days--Part 28

I can’t tell you how long I slept, but I did wake up to the sound of a radio playing music in the background and the sun coming in from one of the windows, it was slanted so it was either sunrise or sunset…either way I slept for a really long time.
“Hey kid, you up?” it’s Show, I can’t see him yet through my groggy phase but I can hear him loud and clear.
“Yeah I’m up,” I say sitting up and stretching my arms above my head to get out the stiffness of sleeping in the backseat of a car. “How long have I been asleep anyway?” I say as my vision finally clears up, and I see that the compass says we’re heading southwest. I look over to the sun, just behind us to our left—it’s morning.
“Well ya fell asleep after we escaped, and we’ve been driving since then for two days now,” Show say looking back at me from the passenger seat.
“Two days!” I say getting a little worried. Then again it’s Show, I may not know every personal detail about him, but I know that he could be joking. “You can’t be serious Show,” I say leaning back in my seat.
“No I’m serious,” he says turning to crank up the volume on the radio. “Well, then again we escaped at night, last night was the second night…yeah two days,” he says after going over some math.
That’s when I realize that the song doesn’t sound like any of the songs on one of our CDs. I look over to Jen, who’s still driving the car after all this time, “Dune, did you put one of the CDs in?”
“No,” she says, I notice, kind of tiredly. “We haven’t stopped, and our stuff should still be in the trunk where we left it.” I frown, one because this isn’t a CD, secondly because I’m not sure if our stuff is still in the back. Then I remember that there’s an opening to the trunk behind the back of one of the seats. I came across this before when I was putting our stuff in the trunk and noticed an opening, when I pushed on it, it opened up into the back of the car.
I scoot over and pull at the seat next to me, it tilts forward on unseen hinges and I peek into the trunk, it’s dark, but I can still just see the two small bags that I stuck in there a while ago.
“So this is an actual radio station?” I say as I put the seat back in place.
“Yep,” Show replies easily. “The only one you can get out here in the Zones, even then that’s only because your gramps started that station out in his headquarters.” I can already tell he’s gonna explain something to us.
“He uses it like any other radio station, plays the good music, he also reports on captures, escapes, and even on Drac traffic,” Show says as he lightly bobs his head to the music. “He even had your dad,” at that he points to Jen, “Do something with the transmissions so that we could communicate to everyone else, but you need a microphone or something for it to work.”
“I think there’s a microphone under the backseat,” Jen says suddenly.
“What else did you find under hear that I don’t know about?” I say in mock annoyance.
I see her smile before she picks up my joke, “A UFO, a bloody cloth, and a pair of socks.”
I shake my head as I lean down to look under the seat to find the microphone. Well there isn’t a UFO, but Jen was right about the microphone, there’s also a book down here…dad’s journal. I grab the microphone but leave the journal untouched, I sit up and hold up the microphone so Jen can see it in the rearview mirror.
“This microphone?” I say waving it in the air.
“Yep,” Jen say before turning back to the road.
“Why don’t you kids tell me about this stuff?” Show says fanning a girly upset tone. I smile and look back at the microphone.
It’s sort of like an announcement speaker that you see in principle offices, the ones they use to call kids to their office or make boring school announcements with over the intercom. Attached to the back of the little platform the microphone has to sit flat, is a cord with a plug. I look at the plug then over to the radio, below it is a power outlet that looks like the plug will fit into. I lean over the front seat and take the end of the plug and put it in the outlet, it fits, suddenly there’s a slight buzzing from the microphone.
“Do I have to change the frequency or something to hear the conversation?” I say setting the microphone down on the front seat.
“Well if you plan on talking to anybody yes, but I think it’s best if you two kept yourselves out of the public, after all, you’re kinda only kids,” he says shrugging his shoulders. I roll my eyes, but then I hear the radio change songs and I recognize right away what it is.
“This is an MCR song!” I say turning the music up loud enough so I can actually hear the words the singer says.
“Nice to know you’re familiar with some true music,” Show says leaning out of my way.
“Dude, my mom had an entire stash of banded CDs that my grandpa brought to her every time he came to our house,” I say as a smile starts to spread across my face.
“Which one is it Specter?” Jen says listening closely to the song.
I listen to the words closely and wait for the name to come to me, “It’s ‘The Kids From Yesterday’,” I say as I pull myself back into my seat. I don’t know why, maybe I just needed to enjoy this one little thing, but I start to sing along.
“…I’ll find you when the sun goes black/ And you only live forever in the lights you make/ When we were young/ We used to say/ That you only hear the music when your heart begins to break/ Now we are the kids from yesterday…”
Show and Jen just look back at me as I sing, then they do the unexpected, they actually join in and start singing with me.
“All the cameras watch the accidents and stars you hate/ They only care if you can bleed/ Does the television make you feel the pills you ate…” Show covers the part that comes after mine, he’s screechy, but then again I’m not the greatest singer either.
Then Jen steps in after him in her sweet little voice, “Or every person that you need to be/ ‘Cause you only live forever in the lights you make…”
That’s when we all fall in to sing together, “When we were young/ We used to say/ That you only hear the music when your heart begins to break/ Now we are the kids from yesterday…”
Once the break ends, Show and Jen stop singing, not remembering what the rest of the lyrics are, but I’ve listened to this song hundreds of times, so I keep up ‘til the end, “Today/ Today/ We are the kids from yesterday/ Today!/ Here we are and we won’t stop breathing/ Yell it out ‘til your heart stops beating/ We are the kids from yesterday/ Today/ ‘Cause you only live forever in the lights you make/ When we were young/ We used to say/ That you only hear the music when your heart begins to break/ Now we are the kids from yesterday, We are the kids from yesterday!/ Today!/ Today,”
After my big finish I get up and start moving towards the front, “Alright Jen I can take it from here.”
She has the cruise on, so she can move out of the seat without slowing down, she can’t get out though unless she sits in my lap when I slide into the driver’s seat.
“Oh–jeez Dune, you need to lay off the Power Pup,” I joke as she moves to get up to the back seat, but not before she tries to give me a playful slap. When I turn to smack her back I notice that Show’s looking at me.
“What?” I say shrugging my shoulders.
“I don’t know if it’s just me, but you sound a lot like the singer,” Show says holding up his hands as if I’m gonna hit him.
“What are you talking about,” I say turning back to the road, “I like to sing, but I’m no good at it.”
“Are you kidding Specter?!” Jen says popping her head up by my right shoulder. “You and mom are the greatest singers I’ve ever heard!”
“Dune, I’ve heard myself next to the voices of the singers on the CDs at home, I’m not exactly very good,” I say trying to think how I can change the subject.
“Because you try to sing it exactly like the song when you listen to it,” she says getting exasperated. “But when you’re just singing the lyrics and not listening to the song, you give it your own style which makes it even better…but if I had to say which songs you sing the best while listening to them,” she goes on, “It’d have to be those MCR guys’ songs.”
“Alright, I admit, I do sound better without the singer singing something I can’t,” I say in defeat.
“Maybe it’s because your voice is built to sing a certain style,” Show jumps in.
“Could be, every time she sings a song it sounds a little like MCR’s style,” Jen observes with Show.
“Alright, enough about my singing,” I cut in, a little annoyed. “Now how’s about someone tells me where we are and which way I’m suppose to be heading,” I say taking another look at the compass.
“Well at the rate we’ve been going, we’re in Zone 2 a little ways northeast of the city, and we’re gonna stay in Zone 2 ‘til we reach the safer parts of the Zones,” Show says giving me a warning look.
“Like I’d go farther out into the Zones while we’re this far from Grandpa D’s headquarters,” I say, “That’d only take us longer to get there if he lived way out south of here.”
“He does, so hopefully we can stay outta radar for now…actually we just have to head farther west a bit then just go straight south I think,” Show says back looking out the window.
“Wait, you’re taking us there now? What happened to dropping us off with Cherri Cola?” Jen jumps, laying the sarcasm down thick.
“Well I can’t leave you kids now that we’ve gotten so close,” Show jokes, “Besides, I’ve been meaning to stop by Dr. D’s to see how he’s doing’” he finishes putting his arms behind his head. I shake my head, and turn back to face the road, but I glance down at the dashboard and grimace.
“Hey Show, when exactly is the next gas station?” I say turning to face Show.
“Why?” he says sitting up to look at me.
“‘Cause this things only got a couple more miles left before we have to start pushing it,” I retort.

Part 29: http://www.mychemicalromance.com/blog/zone-specter/danger-days-part-29