The Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys: Going, Going, Gone

Chapter 1

I look up from my comic, hearing sounds coming from a car of some sort. It was a BLI truck, most likely filled to the brim with more draculoids, come to exterminate me. Fuck I muttered. I dropped my comic and reached for my ray gun in my holster, looking it over, to see if it had any damage. As usual there wasn't any damage. The car stopped about 10 yards away, and I backed up and went behind my car, taking cover. I heard them come out, no sound except for the crunching of boots on sand and gravel. I quickly aimed over the hood of my car and shot blindly, hearing bodies hit the ground, this went on and on, for what seemed like hours, until I heard one of them yell take cover! and a grenade went off towards the front of my car. Dust went everywhere but my bandana helped me breathe better, and I got out of behind my car right before it blew up from another grenade that had been thrown. Tears glistened my eyes. I loved that car.
     I shot through the dust, hearing bodies hit the ground, it got quieter and quieter until there were only (from my guess) just under ten, when I felt an agonizing pain on the my left side. It had grazed me! Those sons of bitches ruined my car I am not fucking dying. The pain from the grazing spread rapidly to the tips of my toes, and all the way to my core. I screamed from the pain, shooting everywhere I can, though the smoke and dust had cleared, I was blinded by my pain. I felt another burst of pain on my right arm, another shot had grazed my side.
SHIT! I yelled. Man was I getting bad at this. There were only two more, and they had the upper hand, I shot, three shots, and heard both of the bodies hit the ground. I stopped, and strained to stand upright, as I felt my side, and brought my hand up to my face to see it glistening with blood. I slipped of my camouflage jacket, tore off the sleeve, and tried my best to tie a tourniquet around my arm, it only helped slightly. I sat down, breathing heavily, my pain throbbing, with pure pain coursing through my veins. I screamed again as I tried my best to put pressure on my side with my jacket trying to soak up the blood, and I past out, from blood loss, and the shock of pain.

I woke up, and panicked. I was in a car, and obviously it wasn't mine, because it had just blown up. Or was I dead? I wouldn't be complaining. I almost screamed when I suddenly thought about my bandana, but sighed in relief when I felt it still in my face, the soft fabric comforting me somewhat. I strained my ears to listen to what these people were saying.
'I've never seen or heard of anyone that looks like her ever. And I know everyone. Kobra do you have any idea who she is?'
'No. But I have a question Ghoul, why didn't we take off the bandana?'
'It could be the only sense of security she has so let's not destroy that. We're not going to take the bandana off unless we absolutely have too.'
'Oh.'
And the conversation stopped. I couldn't shake it, those names were so familiar. It reminded me of a few friends of mine that I had before all this shit went down. I shook my head, and rid the thought from my mind. I had hurt them, I could never see them again. I instead put my thoughts into getting out and away from this damn thing. I tried my best to move as little as possible, to look out the window. We were far away from where they found me, and it was pitch night outside. I reached out my arm to the door handle, and a wave of pain hit me, and I yelped.
Suddenly all eyes were on me and my hand on the door handle.
'Party she's awake!'
'Wait, what's she-'
I didn't hear the last part, as I had jumped out of the speeding car, and was rolling, rolling, rolling. When I came to a stop I stood up and quickly examined myself. They had patched up my side the best they could, by my arm remained untreated. I checked my holster on reflex to see they hadn't taken it out.
Ha! What idiots! They actually left my fucking ray gun in my holster!?
I got up and started running opposite of where the car had been headed too, and i heard that the car had stopped. Now I heard ragged breathing and shouts from the people in the car.
'Holy shit Star she's fucking fast!'
'Please stop running or I'm going to have to shoot your foot!!'
'Ghoul tackle her!'
After I heard the last shout, I felt arms wrap around my waste and was pushed to the ground. The wind was instantly knocked out of me, and I struggled to breathe as someone- the person who had tackled me- straddled my waste.
'Good job ghoul!' Someone shouted.
Suddenly, I felt my ray gun get ripped out of my hand. I screamed. I needed my gun back.
'Oh, please shut up.'
And with those words, the butt of my gun cracked against my forehead, and with a searing pain sent straight through me, I got knocked out of consciousness.

Well I hope anybody who reads this, I hope you liked the first chapter, the picture is what Lonesome Dove looks like. I'll try to update as much as I can so yeah xo