Gruff & Bones: The Quest For The Last N-Word Pass

Chapter 4

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping, sure beats last time. Hopefully this was a sign of things to come. I rolled Bones off of me and stood up. I grabbed the map off the floor and shook the wood chips off of it. I regret breaking the table now. 

I put the map in my bag and then closed it. I threw my bag on and grabbed Bones'. I went outside and threw all of our stuff into the small trunk of the golf cart. It just barely fit. 

I walked back in to wake up Bones, he was sleeping peacefully and soundly like he always does. I nudged him with my foot.

"Come on, let's go". 

He muttered lazily and fell back asleep 

"Milo come on, time to hit the road". 

He again, turned over and fell back asleep. 

I let out a sigh and picked him up in the sleeping bag and threw him over my shoulder and walked him outside. 

"Wha-... where are w-...." That was all he managed to mutter before he began snoring again.

I lied him down in the back seat of the go cart and walked around to the driver side. 

"We're going to West Grove, we have a gang to talk to to". I explained.

I looked in the mirror and saw him nod in agreement, eyes still closed. I started the cart, and we began our long journey. 

12 minutes of driving later -

"Hey Gruff, could u turn on the radio?" Bones asked.

"Music, especially music on the radio, was outlawed like 6 years ago Bones." I replied

"Oh yeah you're right… how could I forget." He said with a chuckle. 

"Are you high right now?" I observed.

"I found a weird mushroom on our trip to that house, I just ate it." he explained.

"What? Where were you keeping it?" I asked.

He giggled and then went back to sleep, which left me with the thought of "how did that not fall out when those bikers were piping him?"

30 minutes later--

I saw a road sign, "West Grove 3 Exits Away". 

"We're almost there, Bones". 

"Why are we going again…?" He asked, half awake.

"Just… follow me around and do what I say, the fact you can start a fire is honestly mind boggling". I replied sharply

7 minutes later -

We were one exit away from West Grove. 

"When we make it to this town, don't do anything to make them think we're F.K, understand?" I instructed.

"I'm not an idiot Gruff, I know how to take care of myself". He sneered. 

I rolled my eyes and drove off the exit ramp. We drove through an area with dense forest. Not ideal for a vehicle with no doors but luckily there was no bears or anything. 

We drove past a small wooden sign that said "West Grove, straight ahead!" Continuing our voyage through this densely forested path, we came up to a large gate made of sheet metal. There was a young guard with a blue bandana and an assault rifle on his back. 

He glanced over to me, and saw the logo on the hood of our cart. 

"Welcome back to West Grove". He said dryly, as he pulled a lever to open the large, crudely built gate. 

We drove in to the town, we saw buildings that were scrapped together, fountains of mud, but everyone here seemed happy, and none of them were F.K.

We drove slowly through as to not alert anybody, many people gave us sour looks. I feared that they suspected we weren't from here. 

I saw what looked to be a pub, it had that big neon blue eye painted on the front of it. 

"Blue Balls". I said under my breath. 

"Wait here, Bones. I'll be right back, don't do anything, ok?" 

"mhm". He muttered.

I walked into the pub, there was loud ragtime music, men were fighting, others were stumbling into each other. I knew this was the right place to get the info I needed. I walked over to the bar and signaled for the bartender. He came over and began pouring my drink.

"So how about this oppression huh?" I inquired suspiciously. 

His gaze left my glass and went to me as he stopped pouring. 

"You ain't from round' here are ya?" He asked in a heavy southern accent.

I darted my eyes around nervously. But then I remembered why I was here.

"I'm part of a rebellion, I want to do whatever it takes to end this war. I just need to know where to start." I can't believe I told him that. Now I just have to hope he's friendly.

He looked me in the eyes, emotionless. But then finally he sat down the bottle of quadruple distilled vodka. 

"Come with me, but don't make it obvious". He whispered.

I watched him walk into the employees only room and waited about 5 minutes before I followed behind him.