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The Only Hope For Me Is You

Zone 6

The next few days passed by the exact same way. We would drive for most the day and then at night we would gather around the fire and tell stories. Ghoul had this way with telling stories, his words made me feel as if I was there with him. Kobra and I had been growing closer, at night we would huddle close together to keep each other warm during the cold nights. I ached to tell him my feelings towards him, but I was terrified that he wouldn't feel the same way about me. That he would laugh at me and things would never be the same between us.

I was yanked away from my thoughts when I heard Poison yell, “Dammit, we got Dracs and an Exterminator.” I looked over my shoulder and saw four Dracs on motorcycles and one black Trans Am, trailing behind us. Clouds of dust began to distort my vision, causing the vehicles to become hazy. I couldn't tell if it was Korse or not, but the hopeless feeling in my gut made think it was. Ghoul pulled his bandanna over his mouth and nose, leaned outside the passenger side window and began firing his weapon. Both Kobra and I did the same, except we stood through the sun roof.

“Hold on guys, a sand storm strait ahead!” Poison called out. The dirt hit my sunglasses making it almost impossible to see anything. I couldn't hear anything over the rushing winds. Even with the bandanna the storm made it incredibly hard to breathe. All of us had to get back into the car, our skin was tinted a shade darker and the dirt clouded our hair. Ghoul pulled down his bandanna and spoke.

“There is no way we can shoot them through this storm! I can't see a thing!”

“Well let's hope they are having an equally hard time seeing us. I don't even know what direction we are heading in.” Poison groaned, leaning forward, and straining his eyes to see in the storm. We drove for what seemed like hours, I could feel the car was struggling against the wind, Poison’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to keep the car in place. No one spoke, we were all trying to focus on our surroundings, to see if the Dracs were gaining on us or not.

After about forty-five minutes of driving blind, we finally made it through the storm. We all looked behind us and saw that no one was following us. Not a single Drac had made it through the storm.
Ghoul smiled, “We lost ‘em!” Poison furrowed his brows and looked around.

“I don't know where we are! I've never seen this area before.” He stated, stopping the car. We all got out, the wind was still strong, but the air was eerily clear. Kobra eyed our surroundings.

“I think we are in Zone 6.” He stated, he still had his bandanna on so his voice was muffled.

“What did you say?” Poison asked.

He removed the bandanna and repeated, “I believe we are in Zone 6.”
Ghoul’s eyes grew wide, “We can't be. We were in Zone 3. There is no way we traveled through three zones.” He said.

“We were going fast. And we didn't know what direction in which we were heading. It is very possible. I have studied the maps of the zones, this is definitely Zone 6.” Kobra answered, I thought his tone was very calm considering us being in Zone 6 was a death sentence.

“We need to get out now.” Poison stated firmly, we all nodded in agreement. However when we turned to get back into the car we saw five people aiming their guns at us. All were wearing masks and were in head-to-toe black.

“I wouldn't move if I were you.” One of them spat. We all drew our guns and took a defensive stand.

“We were just leaving.” Poison said.

“You will be coming with us. With or without your permission.” Another spoke up.

“Kobra can you take out two?” Poison whispered to his brother.

Kobra shook his head, “I don't think that would matter much.” He replied. I looked around and suddenly there were twenty men and women surrounding us. All with their guns out.

“Now…put away your weapons and come with us.” A voice spoke out from the crowd. We did as they said, we were quickly overwhelmed. They tied our hands behind our backs, Kobra tried elbowing one of the men, earning him a hard punch to the side of his mouth, splitting his lip. Poison and Ghoul fought against their restraints, but nothing weakened the ropes around their wrists. I tried shoving my heels into the ground, to stop them from taking me where ever they wanted to take me.

Out of nowhere a doorway lifted up from the ground. On the door in red letters, were four words “Zone 6 Rebel Outpost”. I took one last glance over my shoulder, Kobra looked terrified, that was the last thing I saw before they put a black bag over my head.



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This needs to be updated I love it so much I've read it like 15738352826927219272820286 times

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This fanfic is absolutely amazing... Like seriously, it's one of the best I've ever read! I have reread it three times now - please update soon :)

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