Living Life In The Zones (My Chemical Romance Fanfic)

Chapter One: Where We Came From...

DISCLAIMER: this is my very first fic, written in April 2015 by a 8th Grade version of me.
I have been slowly rewriting this fic as well as my others to better the stories, so bear with me.

-PW13

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-----2012-----
Lydia's POV

I remember running. I could hear a pounding in my ears as the adrenaline kicked in, my legs sore as I kept going.

The pain in my eyes from the ash and tears, the cloudiness from the smoke and dust in my lungs.

I was running. From what?

Fire.

There was screaming and crying. Lots of it.

Atlanta, my home, was burning to the ground...

The phone call I got from an old childhood friend earlier replayed in my mind. Amongst the chaos of the events transpiring, he instructed me to go to California and find him there; I hoped for more details but the line was cut off.

I looked around frantically and found a still together car, abandoned with the key still in the ignition. I took it and drove.

That is, until I saw one of my closest friends, Victor, struggling to get up from a piece of rubble he was trapped under.

I stopped the car and got out. I approached to help him, which was when he noticed me.

"Lyd, is that you?" He looked defeated and confused. I managed to pull him out.

"Yeah. Now, hurry up and follow me. We need to leave."

He asked no questions and got into the car, resuming my journey...

-----About A Week Later...------

We were driving aimlessly on a desert road when I drove past a sign half buried in the sandy ground that said:

Welcome to California

Well, in actuality, it read 'Wecom o Caifo' due to being burnt and covered in ash, the sign itself twisted by the heat from the fires.

I couldn't believe my eyes, I thought he was right when he said that California would be spared, but destruction was everywhere, though not as bad as back home.

I kept driving for a few hours or so until I saw a giant city with white buildings everywhere that looked untouched. It even had a wall surrounding it with a tunnel connected.

It looked, safe?

"What is this place?" asked Victor looking at the city in awe.

"I don't know, but there's no way I'm going to waste an opportunity to not die out here."

I drove into the unknown place.

When I got to the entrance the car became surrounded by men in white clothing, a black bulletproof vest, and a mask over their faces depicting a smiley face with a black line under it.

One of them came over to the driver side, and I rolled down the window.

"State your name and business," it said.

I looked at Vic and shrugged. I turned back to the masked person.

"Umm, my name is Lydia and this is my friend Victor. We're looking for refuge."

"Are you Killjoys?"

I was surprised because I didn't know what it was talking about.

"I don't know what you're talking about... Are they bad guys or something?"

"Worse, they're a group of dangerous terrorists out to destroy the very organization that managed to protect the city."

Danny's eyes widened and he spoke up, "Well, we aren't these 'Killjoys' of which you speak, we just need shelter. You see, we managed to escape the fires in Atlanta about a week ago and we haven't had a decent home since."

He turned to the other masked figures, and one came up to the masked man with two little bottles. He gave the bottles to us and said, "These will help heal your wounds but you will need to take two a day."

I was a little suspicious at first but gave in to the idea. "O-okay."

He also gave each of us a small card, "Your identification codes are D-1307 (me) and S-1708 (Victor), your housing unit is C16-480. Welcome to Battery City."

He began to walk away and the ones surrounding our car did the same.

So we went inside and minded our own business.

And neither of us happened to notice the small battle going on behind us or sounds of ray guns going off...