Look Alive, Keep Running and Save The World

They had already travelled miles and had not seen a single soul, as it came to the early hours of the morning, they all decided to go back, rest and resume the next day. Memory was disappointed "Chin up kid," Gerard said behind her as he placed a hand on her shoulder "I will when we find him" she replied.
Nowadays it's rare to have visited all of the zones, obviously the Fabulous Killjoys are some of the very few that dared to venture outside of their residential zone. Zone 6, the biggest and the safest is where the diner is situated. It would have taken days, weeks almost to search the entire of 6. They only way to breach 5 through a narrow highway, the bridge between 6 and 5 were almost impossible to pass through unnoticed. As there was a high chance of trouble, the boys put into action a move that they created themselves. It was simply called number #54 which consisted of all 4 windows being rolled down and each participant to sit, back facing the outside. Each have to hold on tightly to the roof handles and with the other hand be ready to shoot, body should be twisted towards the front of the car. This was allegedly the most efficient way to attack and/or defend in a vehicle.
Memory was not familiar with this kind of attack, Memory had always gotten by with her stealth. This kind of radical risk was not something she was comfortable with, alas, the past few days have been quite radical. She had to take the lead being in the passenger seat, holding as tight as she possibly could to the roof handle she pulled herself up to the window sill. She suddenly became aware of how fast they were actually going, the wind was loud and blocked her ears of any other noise and it tickled her skin. Her hair purple was whirling in the wind adding more knots to the parts of her hair that had not turned to dreadlocks. She screamed out of joy, it had been so long since she felt the wind blow through her hair. The thick heavy heat of the desert rarely gave the luxury of a cool breeze let alone 80mph winds, not like the kind she used to get in the notorious bad weather of the UK. Frank turned up the music, "You ready Ray?" Gerard shouted as he reached position, "Yeah" he replied casually, Gerard was at the drivers window with his feet tucked under Franks legs for more security. Frank gave Gerard his raygun as Frank could not shoot "How about you Frank?" he asked as he ducked his head to look at him, Frank saluted with two fingers "Oh, I'm there baby" Frank said flirtatiously as we started to approach the highway. Gerard slapped his brother on the back "How about you Mikey?" Gerard asked momentarily glancing behind him at him, "Fucking ready..." Memory laughed at his bluntness as everyone gave a cheeky smile. Memory took her brothers gun out as well as readying her own, "And you Violet?" she widened her eyes at Gerard using her real name. She pushed some of her hair back, "I'm here honey" Memory replied, she thought, if Gerard was going to refer to her by how actual name she should reply like her actual self. Gerard pulled his gun out preparing for the Dracs, "Well, I think I'm alright" the music was blasting, the wind was howling and the Dracs were approaching, climbing up the edges of the highway. Frank changed gears as he sped up "look alive sunshine" Frank shouted encouragement up to Memory, he slapped her leg and all of a sudden everyone started shooting. With two guns to use, Memory tucked her feet behind the passenger seat so she could use both hands and still remain inside the car, leaning out the window on her side she tried to shoot as many as possible, Gerard mimicking her position. She couldn't count how many Dracs there were, the speed of the car turned them all into blurs and she couldn't even tell if she was actually doing well or just wasting her batteries. Either way, she was enjoying this radical way of fighting.
Before she knew it, it was all over, "And down killjoys!" Frank shouted whilst laughing, everyone swung back into their seats, adrenaline still pumping. Memory put her seatbelt back on and pull the window up half way, "Are we now in 5?" Memory asked quickly, Mikey pointed to something resting his forearm on her shoulder, there was something about his touch that didn't seem to bother, he was just as cold blooded as she was, just as pale and malnourished. He was pointing to a billboard they were passing, originally BL/ind propaganda saying 'Have you smiled today?" but that was only just readable underneath the graffiti that was now in its place. The graffiti read "Killjoys welcome 5" Memory let a small laugh out at the fact the sign, as the welcome signs for cities were no longer relevant. She enjoyed that people thought about things like this, that people should be welcome. In an odd way, she did.

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