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Part 2 Chapter 25: "Preface"

(Tagged picture: Carmen)

Preface

pref·ace

ˈprefəs/

noun

1.an introduction to a book, typically stating its subject, scope, or aims.

OKAY so before you read, if you don't know what After the Flash, or The Walking Dead is, PLEASE GOOGLE IT SO YOU'RE NOT LOST THE ENTIRE TIME THANK YOU.

And YESssS this is the preface to the not really shown part 2 so SHUSH

BTW Carmen is a new character that I developed over the weekend.

Carmen~ Made 5/9/15

HOWEVER, book two might be made only in the After the Flash domain. I may switch over to TWD again if anything good happens in that case. Thanks for still reading, guys!

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After the Flash Domain~

Carmen's POV

Is it really my fault? No. Absolutely not. It's never my fault. It was the stupid rules. Can't a girl get bone drunk by herself without being interrupted? Apparently not.

I took a swig from my flask before being tapped on the shoulder. "What?" I turned, annoyed. It was a tall man, smirking. "Want a job? Bartender job." He asked me. I scowled. I was a tequila shot away from getting wasted. Who the Hell was he to ask me about a job?

"I'll consider it later.. When I'm not drunk." I replied. He shrugged and stuffed his hands in his pockets, sitting a seat away from me. That's right... I thought, leaning back in mine. I capped the flask and stood up, brushing past him. I rubbed my one good eye, pocketing it. I jogged past the gate, unsheathing my cutlass. I passed through a small garage, walking into the open mall with a sense of danger. I knew I wasn't supposed to be here. Hell, no one was. This place was probably crawling with sand sharks.

They're the killing murders of this age. Basically your average criminal bandits.

But worse.

I climbed into the broken elevator, listening. Watching.. I was only there in that small crook for less than five minutes before I saw a figure appear. I unsling my bow, notching an arrow, and aiming. Then I saw the figure's face. Male, but young. He stumbled back, falling behind a bush. My grip loosened slightly.

"Hello," I call. His head peeks out. He was still silent. He slowly waves at me. I released a quirk of a smile. I slowly dropped my aim, taking off the arrow and slipping it into my quiver. I grabbed my cutlass from the ground, sheathing it. I climbed out of the elevator. He came from behind the bush, standing there.

"Are you a shark?" I cocked an eyebrow at him. It seemed like a stupid question, but it was worth asking. But what would I do if he said yes? Shoot the kid?

He was still silent. He hesitated, giving a stiff nod.

This made me step back. His eyes widened and he stiffly took a step forward. Then another rustle came from my right and I turned on my heel. This was going to become bad, very soon. I was going to be outnumbered.

A man fell out from a bunch of barrels, skidding across the cement. His head turned in a flash at us from his ground view. "Am I interrupting something..?" He asked slowly. I shook my head, glancing at the kid again. "Just ignore me please." He said stiffly, getting up.

On his action, I pulled my cutlass on spot. I didn't even mean to. It was by instinct. He glanced at me, still on his knees. He quickly pulled his holster and gun, throwing it aside. My shoulders dropped. "Better?" He asked. I nodded, sheathing the blade. "Now that's a good start. Ten minutes in and no shooting." He nodded back. "I'm Bishop Bloom." He explained. "You two?"

I cleared my throat. "Carmen." I almost didn't even recognize my own voice.

"Carmen. What an original name." He smiled. "I like that." Then he turned his head to the kid. "What about you?"

"...Johnson." It rolled off his tongue as if he said it a thousand times.

"So now that that's out of the way, I need a few supplies." He looked to me again. "Can I pick up my gun now?" I hesitated before nodding. He quickly grabbed it from the floor, holstering it and clipping it back to his belt. I finally relaxed. But my cautiousness didn't falter. This place was usually infested with sand sharks. He opened a crate, about three meters away from me, digging inside. He scowled, capping it again. "Damn it.." He rubbed his eyes. "Can you both help me?" My ears perked. "I'm trying to find a small black box." He explained. His voice was sincere. Almost hurt. "I'll pay you nicely. And I can also cater a drink on the house at the pub."

"Alright," I said. For as stubborn as I am, I was surprised that those words came out of my mouth. But I'll do anything for free beer. I went up the stairs to the second floor, crawling through a window to another shop. I heard another curse.

"Any luck, Carmen?" Bishop poked his head through the window.

"Haven't started yet." I chuckled. He climbed through, standing behind me. I grabbed my cutlass, prying open the first crate. No dice. I opened the second. Still no dice. "There's like a thousand crates in here..." I grumbled in protest.

"It has to be here.." He looked around the room. He almost sounded desperate.

An hour passed by quick. I opened the last crate in the room and shoved all the junk out of the way. A small black box was in the bottom. My shoulders dropped and I quickly grabbed it, spinning back around and placing it in his palms.

"Is that it?" I cocked my head to the side. He stared at it for a moment and nodded. He looked relaxed.

"Thank you.. So.. Much." He breathed a laugh, slinging off his backpack and placing it inside. He zipped it, tossing it on his back. "So what do you want?" He asked. I opened my mouth to speak. "Other than the drink.." I frowned.

I hesitated. "I don't know.." I shook my head. "Can I just keep this as an I-Owe-You?" I didn't know what I wanted. I never did. You see, I don't really hold a lot of life goals. Then he nodded.

"I'll meet you back at the Pub." He said. I hiked up my backpack, heading back to the town. As soon as I got inside, I slung off my backpack and pulled the flask from my pocket. I was ready to get drunk off my mind.

(That was just a teaser to get you to read part 2. BTW it won't be a separate book, it'll just be on here still just like my other book, Trouble Makers. ALSO I will be making a survey, posting it in my updates. So PLEASE take a look at that when I get it up.)

(BTW the survey will be if I should make part 2, or a whole new book. Please keep in mind IF the whole new book gets the most votes, I will still make a book 2, but It will be really slow..)

(AND ONE MORE THING. ALSO if the new book it selected, it will take me a while to come up with a good idea as a topic! Then I have to design the system! THESE THINGS TAKE TIME. BUT if part 2 is chosen, I'll just make a new book later, and probably finish part 2 in a year.)

(AGAIN. THESE. THINGS. TAKE. TIME.)

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