Suicidal Dreams

Creeping Death Road

"Take a load of this crap!"

I rubbed my eyes and stretched my sore body in the booth. I had crashed at the Fab Fours diner.

First thing my hand reached for was my ray gun on my leg. It was safely strapped to its holster. I got up and pulled up my skinny white jeans resembling Party's.

I noticed the news paper Jet had in his hands as the boys hovered around to read what was new in the city.

"I'm worth 1,000,000 carbons!" Party screamed out in triumph.

I saw the boys pictures on the front page along with a red X on top of them.

Exterminate.

On the back of the newspaper were a list of other killjoys who were to be killed at the spot unlike the boys who were wanted dead or alive.

Of course BL/ind wanted them alive so they could suck all of the information on Killjoys. They mostly wanted Party seeing as he was the leader of the "revolting" rebels.

"Hey look Honey your number 1!"

My feet maneuvered around record albums and cans of power pup. They made room for me and I looked at my name in bold letters.

Wanted dead
1. HONEY TRAP- 1,000 carbons
2. Dismal Scene- 500 carbons
3. Sour Sap- 500 carbons
4. Atomic Blast- 500 carbons
5. Neon Sun- 500 carbons

"Whatever," I turned my attention to Kobra.

He raised an eyebrow.

"I came here to fix the bike," I cleared my throat.

They all nodded and made him take me to the garage. He raised the garage door with great force it shook the frame of the garage.

In the middle was his destroyed and very scratched bike. I cringed at the chipping paint.

"What the duck did you do!" I crouched down to look at the paint more closely.

"Drac shot the tire and it skidded out of control," he went to grab a tool box.

"Look I know a place in Zone 4 that sells paint and the parts you need," I commented as he looked at me.

"We can take my bike?" I suggested and his eyes sparked with joy.

"What a motor baby," I laughed and tossed him my keys. He grabbed a black helmet with middle fingers on the face shield.

"I'll switch you helmets?" I hoped to get my hands on the beautiful helmet.

He tossed me his and took mine off the handle. We mounted my bike and he let my bike roar to life. I wrapped my arms around him so that I wouldn't fall off. I told him the directions and soon enough we were going at 80mph.

He picked up the speed when we got to the flat areas of the zone.

After two hours of riding on my motorbike in the blazing heat, I felt dehydrated. I grabbed ahold of Kobra's shoulder roughly, nearly taking him down with me. He helped me gain my balance somewhat.

I shook off the feeling as walked into the small shop. It was an old blockbuster painted in various bright neon colors with black cursive letters saying profanities.

The shop was run by Trigger Fingers.

Clever name I might say but also extremely risky. He scavenged and traded anything he could get his hands on from previous killjoys or dracs. Most of the things in here came from the city or even beyond Zone 6.