The Kids From Yesterday ➸ Danger Days

eight • brendon straight up decapitates someone

Party and Kobra took turns carrying Ghoul, attempting to move as fast as possible away from the city. Dracs would be following, they knew it. The sky was dark, a chill wind blowing through the desert. Party, who had been carrying Ghoul, could feel the youngest shiver. It was then that the redhead noticed the awkwardly positioned shoulder and blood-covered face.

"Is Frank doing okay?" Kobra took the guitar from his brother, shouldering it and holding down whatever sound he would have made from the pain. The rubbing burned, and the cuts were for sure going to reopen and start bleeding again. 

"Cold, injured, but breathing."

"It's freezing out here."

"We can't stop," Party reminded him, his tone rather cold. He didn't mean for it to be, but when you're carrying one of your favorite people in the whole world who has been unconscious for the past two or three hours, it's rather stressful. Especially when that person, though maybe a little shit at times, is one of the kindest and most caring people you'd ever met... A person Party Poison had wished for quite a while he could share something more with. 

They continued in silence for another hour before they saw the creatures. Draculoids, and men in white masks that they hadn't seen before. Though, they hardly needed an introduction. The brothers had heard of them before, but they had never gone to a Better Living facility with them present. Agents from the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W unit. 

Obviously referred to as Scarecrows.

What choice did the two have but to run? Weak and injured, carrying dead weight. They knew there was no chance for them to fight. Party's throat burned dry and his spit sticky. He kept running, always making sure he was next to his brother and not in front or behind. By the time they were out of Zone One, they had no clue for how long they'd been running. Party's lungs were burning, his legs cramping and the arches of his feet felt like they were ripped out and pulled into being flat. He couldn't even imagine how his very unathletic brother was feeling.

Ghoul showed no signs of waking up any time soon, and it was starting to scare the redhead. The fear wasn't helping the cold, sheer sweat that had broken out over his neck. Party Poison was both hot and freezing at the same time. He wanted to stop, to catch his breath. See if the small thing he carried in his arms was alive and okay. 

Zone Two was wide open, nothing in sight. That also meant nothing to hide behind. No rest. Party could see the exhaustion nearly radiating off his brother. They needed help. Serious help. The redhead made the mistake of glancing backwards, seeing the tools of BLI getting closer with every step. They were gaining on the brothers, and at this point they stood no chance. 

Party was ready to collapse by the time they made it into recognizable territory in Zone Three. Kobra's shoulders were raw and bleeding underneath his jacket, while Ghoul was still knocked out. When the blonde had tripped over himself, landing on the ground and barely able to push himself up, Party knew they were screwed. The servants of Better Living were nearly on top of them when they heard it.

"Where will you be waking up tomorrow morning?"  A sword visibly flicked, though was later revealed as a katana. "Out the back door, goddamn, but I'll love her anyways!" Brendon snapped his wrist, the closest Draculoid falling on the ground with it's head a foot away from it's body. Pulling a gun, he shot the upcoming Scarecrow and turned to look at the brothers. "You're one of us now. We're not about to let you-" he turned, attention preoccupied by an oncoming Drac that was missing a head after four seconds. "-get ghosted."

"God, Brendon, do you have to sing everywhere you go?" It was Missile Memory talking, rolling his eyes as he twirled the ray gun on his finger. Missile ran his fingers through the wannabe afro, joined shortly by American Psycho and Arms Race. Novocaine Night was behind the three in the blink of an eye, smirking at the sight of the challenge.