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Danger Days--Part 22

Everything hurts, but I can’t remember why. I must have gotten a bad shock or something, but when? All I can tell right now is that I’m switching between stiffness and a throbbing pain that seems to beat like a pulse, like I’m bouncing up and down. There’s a sudden giant bump that sends me up in the air, and I land hard, pain shooting through me like a bullet…if those things were still used. I take a sharp breath through my teeth, and I hear someone mumble something—‘Specter’? There it is again, like someone’s hurt or crying, saying that word, like I should respond to it…should I?
I should. Zone Specter, my Killjoy name, and I was in a gun fight…with Scarecrows, and Show Pony and Jen were knocked out when they got us. I was trying to save Jen, then I got hit over the head before I could do anything. So they got us, so that means…

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OMG!

I was just working on something when i heard whispers behind me! I know I'm Zone Specter and all, but that doesn't mean I take too easily to the real thing!

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Danger Days--Part 21!

It doesn’t feel like anything, just total weightlessness that seems to drag on forever, like it’s never gonna end. I don’t hear anything, not even Show’s screaming—if he still is, and I don’t see anything but the horizon, the sun’s starting to go down…I couldn’t see that before over the rocks.
Reality comes flooding back though when the hood of the car starts to dip forward and the ground comes into view.
“Lean back!” I yell. We’ve got to even out the car or else the car’s gonna go splat when we hit the ground. Show and Jen both tilt themselves back as far as they can, and the car starts to lean back too. The car starts to level itself out, ‘til it’s almost level with the fast approaching ground. Finally we do meet up with the ground, but it’s no soft landing I can tell you that.

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Danger Days--(part 20)

S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W unit! Crap! We’d gone so far I totally forgot about them, I was so used to Show and his talk of the Killjoys, I didn’t remember that there were more than just them out here.
“Give Dune her gun!” I yell as I slam my foot on the gas pedal.
“Specter, what are they gonna do?” Jen says. I look at her in the mirror, and I see she’s scared. I purse my lips I consider if I should answer before Show does that for me.
“They’re gonna take us to a reform prison on the other side of Zone 1, the side closest to the city, where they shove their beliefs down your throats one way or another, usually the brutal way,” he says as he hands Jen and me our guns, then he pulls out his own which he has tucked away in a holster attached to his right calve.
“Don’t shoot ‘til they do first, and do your best to shoot and drive Specter,” Show says as he looks back again on the car.

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Danger Days--(part 19)

God! Show wasn’t kidding when he said it was a long drive to Zone 5. We’ve been driving for over two days, and won’t be in Zone 4 for another two hours Show says, well, whines anyway. He’s also throwing a bit of a conniption because, “We’re making too many stops! We won’t make it to Zone 5 for four days!” as he puts it.
I guess he’s right about that though, we are making to many stops, Jen keeps begging for bathroom stops and I keep breaking down and stopping. That and I vaguely remember a Killjoy, probably grandpa, telling me that the Zones got bigger as you got farther out into them, hence Zone 1’s the smallest, and Zone-whatever is the largest.
So when we finally reach Zone 4, I decide to make Show’s day.
As soon as I drive into Zone 4, I pull over and turn to face Show, “Alright Show, since you obviously need to get back to your roller job, how ‘bout we cut this little escort short?”
“What do you mean by that?” Show says quizzically as he crosses his arms returning my look.

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Danger Days--(part 18)

(At this rate, no will know the whole story 'til the Apocolypse!)

“Specter?” Jen’s looking back at the papers when I turn to answer.
“What is it?” I say.
“What’s a ‘half-sister’?” she says turning to me.
I gulp down the returning lump in my throat before I reply to the question, she’s already got a murderer for a sister, does she need to know that I’m not even fully related to her too?
“Jen, I’m not exactly your full blooded sister, I’m your half-sister, which means we have one biological parent in common, but the other is different, in this case we have the same mother but different fathers,” I hate having to tell her more of this stuff, but she has a right to know, and it’s better coming from me.
“So who’s our father’s then?” she goes on.

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Danger Days--(part 17)

After two days of long driving, even late into the night and with Show Pony constantly nagging me about my poor driving and trying to get a full background on me and Jen to spread the news of two very young newbies to the others. Meaning he’s gonna spread the gossip of Dr. Death Defying taking on raising his two granddaughters who had to leave when their mom got kidnapped trying to save them. Anyway, we’re only just entering Zone 3 this morning, and Show’s having us pull over at the next gas station, apparently he’s gotta drop off something that another Killjoy’s gonna pickup later. It takes an hour of Show telling me where to turn and Jen complaining of hunger, it’s getting a little annoying, but I don’t blame her.

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Danger Days--(part 16)

There’s some guy, probably in his late twenties or something, standing in the middle of the doorway with fingerless gloved fists on his hips. He’s got a grubby mesh top I think, with the word “noise” in big caps block letters, so it reads, “NOISE”. He’s also got these white tights on with light blue polka dots on ‘em, he’s also got a…gah! He’s got a Speedo on over the tights. Now that’s weird, but he’s also wearing those old fashioned white roller-blades you associate with the 1950’s. Can’t really see his face, he’s got a helmet on, the kind that cover your whole head including your mouth, that’s the opposite pattern of the tights, blue with white polka dots, and he’s also got a cover on the helmet cover any part of his face the helmet doesn’t.
“The name’s Show Pony, certified Roller Messenger for the Killjoys” says the guy in skates behind us—wait, Show Pony! He knows mom!
“Your name’s…Show Pony?” I say between gasps, recovery’s taking longer now with these random shocks.

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Danger Days--(part 15)

I’m not sure how long I sleep, I’m not even sure if I woke up the thirty times I got shocked through it, but I know how I woke up.
“Why didn’t you wake me up when we got here!?”
“Whowhatwhere!” I don’t know if she understood any of my groggy gibberish, but when I bolt up from Jen’s yelling I get another good shock that wakes me up a little bit to notice that Jen’s not in the car…and that it’s morning, early morning.
I rub my eyes before I let them see the sun, “Jen? Where are you?” As I say this I look around and notice for the first time that the rock I parked behind, isn’t a rock in any sense at all.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Jen asks as she comes around the corner of the Zone 1 Gas Station.

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Danger Days--(part 14)

“I don’t know, maybe the note says something about them,” she says shoving the guns back into the compartment. “Is there a light in here?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Can you turn it on please.”
“Sure Jen,” I lift my hand up to the front of the car to see if I can find a light there or something, I feel my fingers brush something hard and plastic, I press down and here a click, then the front seat fills up with a weak light. “That work?”
“It says just a bunch of stuff about how to work the car and what all the buttons do,” Jen says as she skims down the grubby piece of paper. “Here, it says to go to Zone 1 Gas Station, and then the whole thing about finding Cherri Cola, it also says she’ll take us to…grandpa!” she turns to me when she reads that last word, ‘grandpa’.
“Yeah, turns out that Killjoy that always brought mom CDs was actually her dad, hence our grandpa,” I say feeling a little sheepish for having to tell her about unknown family now.