At that exact moment my ass decided to become best friends with the ground and I fell over. Ow that really hurts, I can say right now I'd always prefer to stand up and not sit on the ground like a spazz while making my special goldfish face at the redhead standing in front of me with his hands on his hips and a semi stunned expression on his face. No wonder, I just practically tried to run through him.

I looked him up and down from my seated place on the ground then quickly made up my mind about him. I'd gladly land on my ass any day if I got run into him again, seriously, he's just, grrr.

That would have been around the same time I noticed the small poster I had in my hand now fluttering down the street, carried by the breeze but now open enough for me to recognise a face from the poster. His eyes looked much better without the big, threatening word covering them.

"Thanks, your eyes are probably look mush better without a word covering them as well." I narrowed my eyes at his grin and tried to understand what he was talking about, it didn't take long for me to put the four piece puzzle together in my head.

Of course it'd be just my luck for me to meet the only possible not crazy person in this whole town and I have to start babbling like an idiot. Why did my brain have to take a vacation every time I need to think of something besides myself and food?

I was about to say something in response but I was cut off mid sentence by a bone shaking wailing that pierced through the air and almost deafened me. Dear god that hurts, it's like someone put a bunch of forks in a garbage disposal system and turned it on.

My hands flew to my ears and I made my best attempt to muffle the sound or at least put a barrier between it and my brain that was stuck bearing all the damage.

"Shit!" The redhead started pouring swearwords before sighing and disappearing through a door by the sidewalk my unobservant mind had failed to notice. No wonder I suck at spot the difference games.

I looked at the door for a moment and was considering following the redhead into the building before I was surprised by the sound of yelling and crashing.

Next thing I knew, I was almost being ran over by three guys who appeared out of freaking no where, aka the building I'd been staring at like it would decide to have a chat with me or some other crazy situation my brain could come up with.
But back to the current events, this is the second time today where I've fallen over and landed on my butt and what sucked was that it want even the redhead who ran into me.

Speak of the devil, I thought as I brushed myself off and stood up. The redhead was standing on the sidewalk and looking restlessly up and down the street as if he expected someone or something to magically show up and attack him.

I heard the revving of what sounded like a motorbike engine and I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out which direction it was coming from but to be perfectly honest I had about as much of an idea as to where the motorbikes would be as a toddler would have tying their shoe laces.

"Dude we have some dracs on their way here, I suggest we get the fuck out of here before they show up." I looked at a black haired guy who was leaning out of a car and talking to the redhead.

Uh just one quick question.
What the fuck is a drac?

So far the most I'd collected from the past hour was that I woke up in a place, in Godknowswhereville. A place where strangers try to shave off your hair and office workers cheat when you very clearly call time out.

Also everyone here were apparently pros at poker since their face never changed, everyone also happened to have a liking for the colour white since it seemed to cover the surface of everything. The only people who didn't seem be interested in the ugly whiteness was the three guys who had run out of the building along with the guy in the blue jacket who was slowly backing up the sidewalk towards the car I was standing a few feet away from.

The redhead turned and looked at me before rattling off a string of words that I had no chances of understanding.

"Hey kiddo we're gonna hit the red line and get on Route Guano before the draculoids show up and things go Costa Rica. You wanna lift into the zones?" Good thing he was pretty because he was lacking the skill of having people be able to understand him and did he just say something about getting on route batshit?

"Quick make up your mind, we have about five seconds to get in the car before the pigs show up." Seriously this guy needed lessons in how to talk to normal people who spoke normal languages.

"Um, what are you talking about?" He gave me an exasperated look as if I was the one who just wasted the past five minutes speaking gibberish then his eyes seemed to pass through me.

"Okay never mind. Get in the car! Now!" He grabbed my arm then started pulling me along beside him. My feet automatically put on the breaks, it didn't matter whether or not he was a good person or what the situation is, you don't drag me along like a timid dog on a leash.

"What's, what's happening?" He was dragging me around, the whole city screeched with alarm bells and on top of it the revving sounds of a motorbike engine were getting closer.

"I'll tell you in a minute. We haven't got time for chit chat right now." Redhead kept trying to pull me over the car where his friends where waiting.

How do I know that they're not trying to kidnap me because this feels like some kidnapping...not that I'd really have any objections to it when he looked like that. I'd just prefer to be politely asked to get in the car not dragged over to it.

I glanced over my shoulder at the road once more, I don't know why everyone's spazzing so hard, big deal the towns having a bike race or something. I bet those vampire mask people will cheat, they'll shoot the tires out of the other bikes with their magic healing guns.
Yes I don't know them and I've decided I don't like them, so what they cheated when I called time out.

"I don't even know you. Let me go or I'll scream and I'm feeling really fucking sure that it'll be more deafening than the sirens." I honesty don't know how the vampire mask guy didn't drop to the ground when I'd been running around screaming, it even hurt my ears.

"I'm Party Poison. Nice to meetcha." It was definitely strange but it suited him and went with the bright red hair.

He held his hand out with a warm smile on his face that made my heart flutter even if he's eyes kept switching between me and the road. The motorbikes would be here at any second but at least he was polite enough to introduce himself. He could teach the vampire mask people a lesson or two but maybe not the dragging along part.
He could also give people 'how to be sexy' lessons, that's for sure.

"Hi." I reached out to shake his hand when he suddenly leant forward, grabbed me by the arm and did the exact thing you'd expect of someone who was practically trying to kidnap me five seconds ago.

"Put me down now spazzoid!" I yelled at him as my head hung down his back with the rest of me draped over his shoulder.

"I think the oid word your thinking of is draculoid and you are obviously not thinking clearly enough to get yourself in the car." I'm thinking clearly enough to punch him in the face the second he lets me go. Nobody touches me without my permission.

"Party hurry the fuck up. I can see the dracs now, there's about twenty of them." The concern in the voice of whoever was talking terrified me, maybe I should have just gotten in the car when Party Poison said so.

"Ghoul take her." I was significantly less than gently passed from the redhead to someone else in the car.

I landed on the backseat with a thump that knocked the breath out of me with a hiss. I then went from the discomfort of being over someone's shoulder to the squashing feeling up being stuck between two people who did a good job of taking up room.

"Jet move over and let me drive." I brushed my hair out of my face and looked up as the guy call Jet got out of the drivers seat and let Party Poison sit down.

"Hold on tight kiddo." He said turning around and looking at me for a brief second, just long enough for me to register the words.

"What?" I asked as someone's hand clamped down on my arm, stopping me from leaning toward and waiting for him to repeat.

He slammed his foot on the accelerator and I felt my head whip back and hit the seat behind me, holy cheating, vampire masked, person that hurt. Bookmark me for a huge headache after this.

"Who let him drive? He's gonna fuckin kill everyone!" I instantly had a panic attack that was so high on the scales I felt like I needed a inhaler and I'm not even asthmatic.

I was screaming and covering my head at the same time while feeling like I was gonna puke at any second. The worlds moving too fast, my stomach feels like it's got a heartbeat in it and my eyesights getting blurry.

"Stop with the screaming. Jesus Christ you're scrambling my brains with it. What the hell is that anyway? A seagulls mating call?" Someone clapped a hand over my mouth to shut me up and it made me feel like I was gonna vomit even more.

That's when it happened. A thing that you really don't want to have happen when you've just met somebody.

"Ew what the hell?! She just puked on the floor!" The blonde guy said, getting as far away from me as possible and cringing into the corner.

I didn't throw up too much, only a little bit and I thought the blonde guy was overreacting and behaving like a sissy.
It's a good thing my stomach wasn't full and I haven't eaten for god knows how long or things could have gotten much messier.

The guy to the left of me was snort laughing as the blonde guy continued to freak out. I wiped my mouth with the hem of my dress before sitting back as the road the car was on started to get bumpy.
Closing my eyes seemed to help with the motion sickness.

Bet there's no chances of the redhead being interested in me after that episode. I know that guys could be interested in girls for a lot of things. Brains, personality, looks, even how good a girl was in bed but at no time would I ever think someone could be interested in a girl because she vomited all over the floor of their car.
If there is some world where things work like that then I'll be getting all the guys and that's for sure.
I'm a dude killer.

"Ghoul, how do you feel about some target practice?" The black haired guy sitting next to me grinned like a madman before pulling something out of a holster.

Why the fuck has everyone got guns?!

"Kobra give me your zapper." The blonde haired guy grabbed the something from a holster on his leg and handed it to the guy named Ghoul before going back to his pose of cringing away from me.

I feel like I've fallen down the rabbit hole and into Wonderland, a Wonderland version of Wonderland, that's how screwed up this place seemed to me. So far everyone I've met is a complete psychopath and nothing makes sense at all.

Zaps, Zones, hitting the red line, draculoids, Route Guano and having things go Costa Rica. I have about as much clue with what's going on as Alice does except in the end she's just dreaming. I am very awake.

"Is there any scarecrows tailing us?" Party Poison asked. My bad, apparently we're in The Wizard of Oz, not Wonderland. It's still a screwed up world.

I looked at Ghoul who was standing on the seat and doing something or other with the top half of his body sticking out the roof and wondered what the fuck he was doing.

Still feeling slightly wobbly after having a spazz at the speed of the car I stood up and stuck my head out the roof of the car. I only needed to look at the landscape for a few seconds before I started screaming at the top of my lungs again.

The whole fucking deserts full of the vampire mask dudes. I thought one of them was bad enough but there's like twenty out there, with guns and on motorbikes. It's like a really bad action film, I can almost see the title.

'The return of the vampire bikies' or something really crappy like that.

A beam of light came rushing at me, I screamed and closed my eyes, seeing the world go flashing by before there was a tug on my leg that made me drop and fall onto the backseat next to the blonde who had definitely calmed down.

"What the fuck are those things?" I asked no one in particular as I turned in my seat and stared out the back window, watching the people things drop like flies as they got hit by beams of light.

"Draculoids. You should know this." Party Poison responded. How the hell was I supposed to know what a draculoid was, I just woke up today and was chased around for half an hour by one before smacking into a glass door that would definitely give me a bruise or two.

"Don't ever try calling time out with them. They don't listen." As you can probably guess I had no intentions of dropping that anytime soon. I don't care if you're a person, draculoid or a fucking moose when someone calls time out you fucking stop, chill the fuck out and wait until time's called back fucking in.

"Okay I'll keep that in mind." I couldn't see his face but I could hear the smile in his voice. I bet he's really gorgeous when he smiles.
Like um, even more attractive than a mountain of chocolate sauce, yeah I think that's a fair comparison.

"Jet the last few are being difficult. Can I get some help?" The guy in the front with Party Poison stood up and got on his seat so the top half of his body was sticking out like Ghouls.

So I think I've managed to piece together all of their names now. Lets see we have Party Poison, Ghoul, Jet and Kobra.
Okay I'll be honest and just flat out say that their names are weird as all fuck, with what they call each other it could mean one of three things.

Number one, their parents were either hippies or hipsters and wanted some cool alternative name.
Number two, they actually have normal names and happen to have simply been using their nicknames instead.
Number three, I'm trapped in the middle of a real life role playing game and at and moment someone's gonna call out 'ten points to team kidnap the vomiting girl' or whatever.

"Got 'em all. I don't actually think there were that many, maybe nine." Ghoul said, dropping down on the seat next to me. Great so they were dragging me around for simply nothing.

"So what Zone are you from kiddo?" The redhead asked, I really wish they'd stop calling me that.

I'm not a kid I'm a mature- um I'm drawing a blank, I can't remember how old I am. Fifteen? Sixteen? Something in that age range.

"Ah, Zone 6?" It sounded more like a question than an answer and I wanted to facepalm myself for sounding so stupid.

"Oh really you're from Zone 6?" The tone in his voice was sarcastic with a heavy layer of 'this is a rhetorical question.'

"Yep. Good ol' Zone 6, I grew up their with my parents and stuff." I'm ashamed of myself right now, I'm usually a much better liar and right now I sound like a two year old denying that they had their hand in the cookie jar while they had crumbs all over their face.

"Sure you did." Ghoul was laughing again and some part of me wanted to hit him.

"I did grow up there! It's a great place, what would you know about it?" This was sounding sadder and sadder, I should just shut up now.

"Well that's funny because we're all from Zone 6 and at no point do I remember seeing you there and I would definitely remember you. You're not someone who could be forgotten easily." And this dear children is what I like to call, 'being busted.'

Wait what did he say?

"Shit." I swore under my breath then got a grin through the rear view mirror from Party Poison, if it wasn't so smug I would have melted in my seat.

"Yeah, it's starting to be like that isn't it?" You're telling me, I thought everything that happened since I woke up has been shit.

"Now you've got some serious explaining to do. Where are you really from?"