Frerard Stories

Withdrawal #2.

Still 09/17/2019

I woke up in the van. Still in the same not-so-white-anymore clothes I had been wearing yesterday. My hair was greasy with sweat and blood and so was my clothes. Damn, I could really use a shower. But the only place that had one that worked in the desert was Doctor D's radio station. And as long as we hadn't been driving the whole night, we weren't there.

By the way, where were I? The place looked like every place in the desert. Tumbleweeds and sand as far as I could see.

I had to get out of the car if I was going to get a better view of it all.

Someone had been nice enough to leave the air conditioner on in the car but the heat outside were almost unbearable. For some reason, the weather in the City was almost the same and never too hot. But it didn't snow either. Snow is something I don't think I've ever seen. Maybe when I was a kid and before everything fucked up. I wish to see snowflakes. I wish I could celebrate a Christmas as it should be. With friends and family and presents and Christmas trees and food. A lot of food. Not only a can of white beans or ravioli that was three years old. Real food. I guessed I was hungry. Thinking of food is often a sign that you're hungry. Anyways, that ravioli didn't seem so bad now.

I jumped out of the car. The gas station was right behind me. Or, it wasn't really a gas station. Everything was old and probably not working. And everything was covered in sand. Winds blew sand over the place which made it look like it was sinking in the other end. I bet you couldn't see anything out through the windows in the back because of the sand. But through the windows in the front, I could see silhouettes of four people inside. One of them were sitting in a wheelchair.

The bell rang as I pushed the door open.

I was met by friendly faces who all except from Jett, smiled at me.

"Good morning. Slept well?" Star asked. He was sitting by one of the tables and holding a can of beans. His looked pretty tired but beside from that, he looked good. After last night's escape, I guessed he couldn't look better.

"We didn't wanna wake you so we let you sleep in the van." Jett smiled halfway. She still looked pretty mad about the "you didn't tell me you were THE killjoys"-thing but she would get over it, I hoped. We just had to give her some time to adjust. This must be very new to her, living in the City all her life and suddenly she isn't. Suddenly, she has no home anymore.

"Glad to have you back, tumbleweed. You did pretty amazing stuff in the City, I've heard." Doctor D said. He was sitting in his wheelchair as normally. He also looked tired but as I looked around, I noticed that everyone looked tired. I couldn't blame them. I felt like shit, dirty and hungry. But that was how everyone felt I guessed.

"Yeah... I guess." I pulled a hand through my hair and I made a disgusted noise when it fell down in my face and I saw the color. White. It didn't fit me at all. Wanted the black color back. I had been looking in the mirror almost every day to see when the hairs would turn black in the roots but as soon as I saw the first hint of darker colors, some BL/ind workers would come and bleach it again. Apparently they didn't like black on me.

"We'll dye that as soon as we get to Doc's station." Show Pony said and pointed towards my head. They were rolling around and spinning all over the place. They always had a little too much energy, it seemed like. Rolling around on their roller skates, even in the sand. I'm surprised the skates still work after what Pony have put them through.

"Where's Kobra?" I asked.

"Apparently there was some kind of emergency with Val that he and Cola had to deal with. They are trying to convince Vaya and Vamos that Val is going crazy. And they are trying to find the girl." Jett explained.