𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕃𝕒𝕓 ℝ𝕒𝕥-ᴀ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄ

Ｏｎｅ

𝘼 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 limped through the desert hoping to find some sort of shelter. A green oversized jacket hung loosely from her waist and her dirty grey shirt stuck to her sweat covered back.

The heat was unbearable, like running a marathon in a oven preheated to three hundred and fifty degrees. The dehydration was getting to her, but she was determined.

After what felt like an eternity of walking, not to far in the distance, was a small building.

Her body was refilled with hope and the adrenaline kicked in. The girl began to run as if all the pain and tiredness faded away.

Her brown bobbed hair stuck to her forehead. She approached the building and walked up to the door but stopped in her tracks when she heard something.

Before she could process what she had heard, two draculoids popped out from behind the building, guns in hand.

They began shooting at her as she struggled to get her ray gun out of her backpack. Her hand grasped the gun, but before she even got to think about shooting, one beat her to it, shooting her already injured leg.

She went down, hard, but the young brunette wasn't done yet. She pointed her gun at one and shot it right in the head.

As it fell to the ground she mentally cheered and almost forgot about the other. Something she will regret as before she could do anything about it, she was shot again.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment, she figured it was the end.

But if it was the end she was not going to just let that drac go. As her vision began to blur she pointed her gun at the fuzzy white figure.

As the girl saw the figure fall, blackness started surrounding her vision.

She was sad that this is how it would end, but not surprised, the small girl never stood a chance in the desert of California all alone where everywhere she turned it seemed something was out to kill her, be it Dracs or Scorpions.

But part of her hoped she would be able to tough it out, maybe even live a normal life that she had heard about.

Eventually the darkness overtook her, and now she lays on the ground, bleeding out.

It seemed like the child would take her last breath at any moment.

A group of killjoys were driving along the desert road on their way to zone five. One of them, Jet Star to be exact, was mindlessly staring out the window. As he watched the cactus plants and large rocks pass by, up ahead he saw a small building, possibly a house.

As the car got closer to the building, he noticed something, at first he figured it was just a drac and brushed it off.

And he was right, for the most part. When the car got closer he noticed one of them was not a drac, but instead a small body, possibly a killjoy.

"Hey party, pull over" he said, leaning up from is slouched position in his seat

"Why?" Party asked

"Because there's someone at that house, right there, they're obviously hurt"

Party poison, one of the four fabulous killjoys, looked out the window, slowing down slightly to get a better look at the building and the body's surrounding it.

"Those are just drac's Jet"

As the car pasted the house Kobra Kid, Party Poison's younger brother, also looked out the window as the car drove past the building.

"No, he's right party, that's not just a drac" he said

"But-"

"C'mon, if they're dead we'll just let it be" he begged them, worried for the safety of whoever was there.