Fake Your Death {A Danger Days Fanfiction}

Two

//Party Poison//

"So what do you call a potato that's a sports announcer?" Ghoul asks as the little bell jingles over the door, heralding our arrival. The small convenience store smells like stale milk and dirt.

"A commenTATER!" he shouts, punching a fist in the air triumphantly. We all groan.

I hear a tiny giggle and look over to my right. Two girls are leaving the store, one about eleven or twelve, and the other maybe eighteen. The giggle had sprouted from the former, who has wild blue hair and big, brown eyes.

I wonder what her situation is. Are her parents dead or draculoids? Is the older girl her big sister? Where are they living? How are they surviving? Based on their clothes and the fact that they are obviously stealing supplies, they are definitely loners.

Kobra holds the door open for them on the way out. The older girl with the long, black hair looks at him like he is nuts, but still gives a quiet thank-you all the same. The bell tinkles again as the grimy glass door bangs shut behind them.

"Wonder who they are," Jet tilts his head towards the door. Hector, the man behind the counter, shrugs.

"Couple of loners who live a few of miles from here, I think. They never take anything big, so I let them grab whatever they want."

"Do they realise you know that they're stealing?"

Hector smiles. He is missing two of his front teeth.

"I don't think they'd come here if they did."

I nod in understanding. Most loners have had a hard life, and their pride is enormous.

"Is it just those two?" I ask. I've come across many loners, but none quite so young.

Hector nods again, "Pretty sure. Sometimes it's just the younger one, sometimes both."

I nod again, then remember what we came in here for.

"Hey, have you got any batteries? My ray gun is running low."

"Yup," Hector ducks down behind the counter for a moment before reemerging with two white BLI issue batteries, "Been saving 'em for you; I know how you don't like to use the machines."

"Shiny, thanks!" I exclaim, taking the batteries and handing over five half-coins through a tiny window in the glass.

Hector really does know us well; we do like to avoid the vending machines that distribute batteries as much as possible. Dracs are always nearby, and most of the time, it's not worth the battle.

Meanwhile, Ghoul, Jet, and Kobra have all buried their noses in some dusty back issue magazines in the corner of the store.

"Ready to head out?" I ask. Their heads snap up and before you know it, we are back on The Getaway Mile, headed east toward Zone Six.

"Party! Dracs!" Ghoul yells, looking behind us. I glance into the mirrors.

Sure enough, two dracs are speeding toward us, mounted on flimsy motorbikes. I smirk and slam on the gas petal so we are doing about ninety. Jet, Kobra, and Ghoul fire their ray guns repeatedly at the dracs.

Kobra takes out one's wheel. The drac spirals out of control and slams into the other one, firing his Better Living Industries issue ray gun randomly. A beam of white-hot light smashes into one of our back tires, deflating it instantly.

With the two dracs ghosted, I pull our car over to the side of the road. The sun is just beginning to set, splashing the sky with hues of purple and red. Jet hops out to inspect the tire. He reappears seconds later, frowning and shaking his head.