Party Poison's POV:
"Ugh, I'm fucking sick of this!" Fun Ghoul groaned. "We've tried every entrance and there are too many fucking dracs at every door!!" He flopped down on the ground and closed his eyes, rubbing his eyes.
"Shut up, Ghoul, you're gonna wake up Grace!" Kobra Kid hissed, looking pointedly over at her sleeping figure.
Jet Star ignored him. "Well, we could always try just...shooting the dracs at those entrances...?" he suggested hopefully.
I shook my head. "Too risky," I said. "By the time that we killed all those dracs, they'll just send more. If we're not dead." The latter was a real possibility I had to consider. I hated admitting that.
"Ummm...well, that's all I got. Sorry, P," Jet said, smiling sheepishly.
"Ugh!" I got up and kicked the dead tree that was near our fireplace. As usual, it didn't budge an inch. Just like stupid BLI. "We need a real fucking plan, and we need one soon. Because otherwise, we're just going to sit here forever, trying to think of a way out while they get more powerful!"
"We're getting more powerful too, P..." Kobra said quietly. "I mean, more Killjoys appear every day..."
"Not fast enough!! The number of people fooled by their 'Life, better lived' shit is sickening! And Killjoys are dropping like flies every fucking day! This is hopeless! Did you hear that Atomic Jumper was ghosted yesterday?"
"No!" Ghoul said softly.
Shit. I'd forgotten that they were friends. But at this point, it didn't matter. We were all going to die, and we might as well just kill ourselves now.
Just as I was seriously considering suicide, Kobra's head snapped up. "Someone's coming," he said urgently.
I looked in the same direction as him. Fuck, he was right. "I'll take care of it," I grumbled, picking my ray gun off the ground. "I need to shoot something."
Fucking dracs. Why do they need to exist? Why were they out here? I sighed as I walked toward the figure. I guess this means we'll have to pack up camp and move again.
But as I moved closer, I realized that it wasn't a drac. Not at all.
What I saw was a girl. Mid-twenties, maybe, with blond hair that was in a ponytail. The ponytail came down to her waist, and she wore hoop earrings that were the same black as her ripped, skintight jeans. Her hot pink sleeveless top exposed the tattoo of a rose on her left arm, and it matched perfectly with her boots and the large bow in her hair. She would have been very beautiful, were it not for the blood matted in her hair and streaming down her face.
A ray gun, the same kind that dracs had, was attached to her belt. I let out a gasp and she turned to look at me; I hadn't even realized that I was now standing beside her. I knew I was supposed to shoot her on sight; I mean, she had the same gun as a drac. She must be somehow associated with BLI. But I found I couldn't. She didn't look like a drac. She just looked very tired, and there were tears streaming down her cheeks, mixing with the blood. There was no way I could kill someone that looked so helpless. It would be wrong.
So, I did the sensible thing. After staring at her for a second, I hit her in the back of the neck with the butt of my gun. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her knees buckled. I caught her, and my heart skipped a few beats. I couldn't understand why.
With this mysterious girl unconscious in my arms, I walked slowly toward the camp.
I heard Ghoul let out a gasp.
Looks like I've got some explaining to do.
R and R if you want, cuz i just reallllly want to get this story out of my head (: