The Traveler

I follow Party Poison down a dimly lit hallway and roll my eyes as Jet star and Kobra kid 'quietly' discuss away to get rid of me while pinning down a 'distressed' Fun ghoul. "Nice shot." I turn my head slightly so that I can see the smirk that has replaced his frown. "What do you mean good shot. Aren't you just dying to claw my throat and kick me out." I walk slightly faster to catch up with his unset pace. "Well I'm pissed off about you shooting Fun Ghoul, but you're a good shot and we need that here." I shrug as he talks glancing up at him everyone in a while. "I need to know how to shoot if I'm going to live so I might as will be good at it. I'm surprised your prized Fun Ghoul couldn't dodge my shot... I mean he's supposed to be good right? Who trained you guys anyway." Party stops in front of a white door that's paint has begun the chip. "Dr. Death defying or ourselves. We kind of came together after we all left battery city. Not the best of times so we train with what we can and get by with that." He seemed to stall for a moment before opening the door. "We'll have dinner but it's not much and a my name is Gerard, Jetstar is Ray Kobra kid is Mikey and Fun ghoul ,the one you shot ,is Frank. Dr. Death Defying is well the radio guy here. He gives out the transmissions to other killjoys who want to know what's going on with the fabulous four. Didn't much care for the name and they come up with it but it's stuck. I'm going off track...Anyways if you need anything just call for us. What's your name if you don't mind." He seems to have a spark in his eyes as he talks about the members of his group. "You can call me zero. I don't really have a name I suppose...Hell Fire has always been my name. I should know I came up with it." He seems apologetic almost that he even asked about my name he gives a small salute with his fingers and strolls off leaving me on my own in the strange place. I sent my bag on for beside the quilts and other blankets they set out as a bed for me or any other stranger that anders into their home. I unpack taking out my helmet, another ray gun a few extra pieces of clothing,and some food from battery city. I grab the small mirror on the floor a few feet away from my makeshift bed. The same scars that littered of my face from testing as a child popped out against my freshly tanned skin. Hopefully I would get no more stores here...at least no more from testing

Notes

So I've been a very shitty author and I'm sorry for not updating in so long I just...I honestly haven't had time and shit happened so I'm sorry