The Cyanide Chronicles ; A Danger Days Fanfiction

Hi, I'm cyanideapocalypse and I'm going to write a Danger Days fanfiction for you today. it's not gonna be 100% accurate to the danger days plot, but I'll try my best ~ enjoy

*cyanide's pov*

I feel alone. They've taken over. There's nothing to live for. BLI has taken over. My family is gone.

These are the thoughts taking over my mind every day. BLI basically ruined my life. My whole world just shut down. These are my thoughts as I hold a gun in my trembling hands. I don't know what the fuck to do anymore. it's 2019 and no one is here to save me. This is hell.

*party's pov*

We didn't know where we were going, but we knew we had a purpose. We had to stop BLI. We've had enough of their bullshit and it's time for it to end. We were just going to our base in our car, to think of plans or something. I'm the head of a team called The Killjoys

who's goal is to basically take down BLI. I mean, we don't have a plan yet but we're working on it. On this "exclusive" team, we have Jet Star (we call him Jet), who is pretty much the brains of the group. He knows what he's doing all the time and he's trustworthy. Then there's Fun Ghoul (we call him Ghoul), who's almost opposite Jet. He's never focused, he's always joking around but it's still good to have him around. Then there's Kobra Kid (Kobra). He's the one who keeps us from going insane. He's down to earth and will follow orders. Me? I'm Party Poison. I'm pretty much the leader of the group. I guess I have the most guts in the group. And a pure hatred of BLI. BLI... Better Living Industries. Disgusting. They didn't make life better. They made it worse, sending out those fucking draculoids and shit from the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W unit. it's all bullshit. They ruined the entire area. I just want to stop them. My train of thoughts was cut short by a loud bang coming from a nearby house. We were still in the car but we stopped when we heard it. It was so loud it could have been a gunshot. Dr. Death Defy came on the radio of the car.

"Did you all hear that?" he said in his golden radio voice. Dr. Death was our mentor. He knew everything there was to know. He was our guide. Without him, I don't know what we'd do.

"Yeah we heard it, what the hell was it?!" Ghoul yelled from behind me.

"It came from the building you guys are parked outside. Doesn't appear to be draculoids. Go check it out." Dr. Death says. Whatever that guy does, we do. So we all jump out of the car, our hands going straight to our gun holsters. Just in case. We didn't expect to see a girl laying on the floor with a hole in her leg and a gun laying on the floor.

there's the first chapter, I hope you enjoy c:

-cyanideapocalypse