Look Alive, Keep Running and Save The World

She had never been to 5, she expected it to be like a different country, but so far all she could see out the window was vast desert. Nothing was seen for miles, the odd piece of plant life could be seen, but the heat rippling in the distance. After the adrenaline died off Memory found herself feeling exhausted, taking her black leather jacket off she scrunched it up as a make-shift pillow. As her eyes felt heavier and heavier the last thing she saw was orange glow of the sand and the vivid blue hazing into black.
She dreamed as she always did, she dreamed of a better place, of home or anywhere else. the gentle movement of the car came to a jolt and she woke along with it. She peaked her eyes open as she had to adjust to the bright afternoon sun. she had slept through all morning, but the sun was at it's hottest and in the desert, that shit was dangerous. She turned to her right expecting to see Frank at the staring wheel, then realized she wasn't in the Uk so she turned to her right to see Frank going through the motions of leaving the vehicle. She moved quickly despite the fact she was still dazed from her sleep "Right, priorities, water, batteries, Frank find gas. Stock up everyone" Gerard dictated as he took charge, something he did so naturally. She turned around to see a typical high street, except it wasn't so typical as it was abandoned and totally ruined. The guys spread out seemingly having done this before. She instantly went to the local drug store, hoping to find a hair brush, perhaps some bottled water and maybe something she could use to wash. Before she had joined the fabulous killjoys, when she was a loner, she was able to have a bath. She had stumbled upon an abandoned health spa, the kind most holiday at. She remembered it fondly as she searched the entire premises and had found a hot tub, appeared to be unopened by how difficult it was to take the protective lid off. She remembered filling it with soap and soaking in the luke warm water, heated up by the sun she was in bliss. It was probably her fondest memory since arriving in the zones.
She found 6 bottles of water, perfect for the group of 6 the were not long ago. She frowned slightly at that thought. taking a bag from behind the counter for the water she took a basic first aid kit. She stepped back out onto the street through the broken display window, Gerard and Mikey were busy in the grocery store, Frank had occupied himself in the toy store and Ray was wandering around a male boutique. Memory scanned the high street for something useful, her eyes landed on a hairdressers and could not resist the idea of being able to wash her hair. She made a bee line for the stop, having to put a little bit of force on the door before she head a bell ring above. It was pristine, the priorities of most killjoys must not be the same as Memory's, she lifted a shower head from the basin and turned the tap, to her dismay, a few splutters then nothing. She sat down harshly disappointed in the chair in front. She faced the mirror and realize she was dirty, her face had this dusty sheen, a result from the desert. placing a mirror behind her she started separating the matted mess that was her hair. As she pulled out her growing dreadlocks her scalp felt raw from all the pulling, feeling a little precious she adamantly pulled her seat up to the vanity and decided to do something with it. Her bandanna being the only thing that'll really secure her hair, she searched for hair pins, finding only two hair pins she tried her hardest to pile her hair on top of her head only to have it fall down. Determined to get her hair out of her face she French braids two pieces of hair each side, this pulled her hair back and her natural hair blended into the artificial purple nicely. she used her bandanna as a hair tie and discarded the hair pins. Upon finding a hairbrush she started working her way from the bottom, trying to eradicate all knots when Mikey walked in, "Didn't take you for the girly type" he stated, Memory didn't respond, she had always been quite girly, how can you explain all the pink and purple. Mikey walked next to her and scooped up a handful of product and started to slick his hair back as strands had been falling in front of his face. She smirked a little at his own vanity "didn't take you for the girl type" she mocked, he smirked back at her and bumped her hip with his own as he continued.

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