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Chapter 2

We rolled up to the station and parked next to the doors. There were a few more cars there, so that meant there were others inside. Good. I like talking to people. It's fun to hear their stories, and it's helpful to know what news there is, or if there are any zones to steer clear of.
We got out of the car, and stepped inside. It smelled delicious, like french fries, or a hamburger. There was a low humming of a few people talking, with the occasional laugh or outburst. I led my group over to a booth, and an old waitress with bright pink wisps of hair brought us over some food. Juicy- looking hamburgers, and gorgeous, crispy french fries. I knew this was all they served. All diners are like that out here. But killjoys don't care. A killjoy is a rebel, and they can't worry about little things like choice of food. They have to worry about staying alive and away from Better Living Industries, a 'perfect' society that sucks the creativity and love out of a person. Us killjoys want to keep the beauty within us, and preserve our creativity and feeling. None of us are perfect, and that's the way the Killjoy rebels believe it should be.
I snapped out of my thoughts and began eating. It was good! I haven't really had much to eat in a few days, so this was great. I gobbled up my fries, and ate about half of my burger. I don't like finishing big meals, because I feel sick afterwards. I stood up. "I'll go fill up the car. Someone put my food in a puppy bag", I said. They all nodded and continued chowing down. Monster winked, and I gave him a stupid face. That's another cool trait about Killjoys. You can't just let everyone know your identity, so you have a second name. My name, for example, is Transmission Diamond. My actual name is Alice, but I don't go throwing that around. It could be dangerous. Doctor Acid's real name is Cade, Battery Monster is Frank, and Thrill Killer is truly Mel (short for Melanie). It's a cool little identity system, really.
I got into the care and drove it around to a pump. I looked around. It was pretty deserted. This station was the only building I could see, the rest was just mountains and desert. I turned, and saw someone walking up to me.

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u p d a t e p l e a s e. this is really good. alot better than mine i love it