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Chapter 14: "Insane"

Jenny

I giggled and skipped across the pavement, dragging my feet. I dragged the bloody fingertips of my white hand across my face, a bit on my snake eyes visor. I ran up the hill and looked at the large sign, hanging above the tunnel. "Atlanta." I chuckled, climbing on a car and jumping on the others the whole way there. Blood leaked out of the literal hole in the chest, leaving a trail of crimson behind me. I jumped off the truck and grinned at the pain inflicted as the belts across my chest and arms constricted the breath out of me.

I skipped through the pitch black tunnel, running into the wide open city, giggling. I coughed into my blood-soaked sleeve and waddled to the inner city. That's when I saw it. The small moving figures. Friends. Friends to become mine. I paced with a small bounce in each step. I grinned widely at one of the people that where way behind the rest. They screamed and ran. They slowly became a blur in the distance with the others.

I slowed my pace and stood there for a moment, clutching the small arm of a stuffed bear that I've had since a child. The arm was all I have left. I took a moment to inhale its honey essence, trotting back to a truck, climbing on top and perching on the roof, in search of another friend. Usually people don't like me, much.

I slowly sat down and clutched the bear arm, smiling as a tear fell down my cheek. A truck suddenly rammed into the road divider not much far away from me. The impact sent bits of rock flying in all directions. One hit me in my temple. The diver was thrown from his seat and was sprawled out on the hood. My eyes widened as I watched the person next to him cough rapidly and flee from the car. I turned around as a man ran down the hill, pulling his gun and aiming at the driver.

"What in bloody hell?" He spat. "Hand up!" He screamed. "NOW."

I lifted my head once more, watching. The driver slowly raised his weak arms. I slid off the bus and slowly approached them. The man with the gun scowled and slowly lowered his gun. "Who was that person? The person that ran?" He stuck his thumb in the direction the secondhand driver went. "I-I.." The driver weakly stuttered.

"Tell me!" He barked. "M-My hostage.." He squirted out, going unconscious. The man growled under his breath, shooting him in the head. Blood splattered across my face as I grinned and watched it pour from his head. I glanced at the man, watching him reload. I walked behind him casually, tazing him with my fingers in his sides. He yelped and shot into the air, spinning around and screaming.

I stared him in the face. "Hello." I chuckled. He loaded his gun again and shot me in the arm. I hesitated before slowly taking it out. "Ouch." I said, injecting a bit of sadness into my voice. "That wasn't very nice." I pouted. He eyed me, his hand shaking. I moved closer and prodded his face. "Squish." I beamed.

He swallowed and stared at me. Even though he was much taller, he still seemed intimidated. I clutched the bear arm and lifted it to his eye level. "Honey." I pushed out. "Wh- Huh?" He stuttered. "Honey." I held it out farther. He slowly touched it and I put it to his nose. He slowly inhaled and his eyes widened. "Honey.." He slowly released some tension in his tone. I smiled and pulled the bear arm back into my palm, closing my fingers over it.

He let out an uneasy sigh. "Hey ass-wipe, wanna be friends?" I held out my hand. He hesitated before shaking my hand. "Sure." He nodded. He holstered his gun and exhaled slowly, walking towards the Quarry camp out. I skipped after him.

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"What's your name?" He asked, rummaging around in a tent. "Jenny. What's your's?" I asked, bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet. "Ass-wipe." He chuckled. I frowned a bit. "Legit." I said, kicking his tailbone. He let out a wince, grumbling. "Stop that." He glanced back at me. "It's Xavier. Lay off." He said, grabbing a med-kit from inside. "Sit." He demanded.