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roller rink (minapov.) |welcome mina!|

Stupid me roller skating in an apocalypse. "WHO ARE YOU?" I yell as a two people walk into the door. The boy looks thin as though he hasn't eaten with brown straight hair. And a girl with short ginger hair. Both probably around my age. If I can get them on the rink I might be able to take them but it's still a two on one. Please don't wake up Simon. I can't take on two people while being worried about Simon as much as I love him he'd be a disadvantage in a fight.
"We want to help," they walks up the edge of the rink. I still pull out my scissors, still being cautious they might try to attack. I may sound stupid but I can cause pretty good damage with them. "People in an apocalypse always try to stay on their own, but people are normally better together so we wanna make a group." The boys face seems to say otherwise. Just keep them distracted. They can't know Simons here.
"And what's in it for me?"
"Food, shelter, company, you're probably board here alone." yes.
"I guess," keep them thinking you're alone. I move in circles on the rink not letting my eye off them. What if they're telling the truth. It would be a whole lot easier with food. We're already running out.
"I love your hair," the ginger smiles, she might be trying to trick me into like her.. still have to keep guard. "pink looks good on you!"
"I know," Ive had lots of different hair colors but I always end up back with pink ends. I keep dyeing it and I know Simon hates me wasting supplies on it but he knows its the only thing (other then my scissors) that I have about my mom. She didn't mind me dyeing my hair since I young. you'd think a hair stylist would say it's bad for hair health., But my moms always knew how to keep it healthy so win, win. Suddenly there a noise of something falling in the back. We all turn quickly towards it. Shitshitshitshit.
"What was that," the guy says which is the first time I've heard him speak. No. No. Nonononono.
"Its a.... A raccoon," they turn to look at me, "Like you said it gets lonely alone here so I've made friends with the trash panda ok?" Huge lie I hate raccoons and any other creepy crawlys, especially lice. One time my mom's salon had a rat infestation and I refused to step foot in it until a month after she said they were gone.
"That happened to me once," the girl smiles, "Made friends with a family of rats I found once. Gave them names and all," The guy looks at her as in a manner that her saying things like this are normal.
"Look you should go," I force.
"But we want you to come too," the girl frowns.
"Well... I got to think about it ok? Just go out side. So I can think. Uhm.. alone." Before the guy can protest she grabs his hand and skips outside. I skate as fast as I can to the back and find Simon standing there.
"Are there people here?!"
"Look-"
"You didn't come to tell me?"
"Simon I was going to but I wanted to get them out first," He crosses his arms. I move closer putting and hand on his shoulder, "promise." He frowns. I hate when he frowns. some people find their partners cute when they're mad but I hate it.
"What did they want?" He asks.
"They said they were starting a group or something..."
"Do they seem trustworthy?"
"Hmm... Kinda. That guy is standoff-ish and the girl is oddly happy, as if she's on drugs, but it did seem sincere.." we pause. "They're outside so you know.."
"WHAT?" he jumps.
"THE GIRL WAS PERSISTENT OK? SHE WOULDN'T LEAVE IF I SAID NO."
"maybe we should.." really? he thinks so?
"If you think so..." We walk outside and they are just standing there. They look up and stare at Simon.
"We'll go." I say, "but only if I can bring my boyfriend."
"thats ok! the more the merrier!" the ginger jumps.
"He doesn't look like a raccoon," the guy says. I roll my eyes, simon looks confused but brushes it off. We start walking to what they said was a mall. Who knows though we may die but if I'm going to die at least it will be with Simon.