Look Alive, Keep Running and Save The World

The wind was blowing through her hair, the car window open, the sun shining. Everything seemed almost okay.
"Those nails look... Dangerous" Frank commented as she wiggled her right hand out the window.
"Can never be too prepared" She replied smoothly.
They were on the road again, circling the entire of Zone 5 was going to be hard. Zone 6 was the most populated due to it being the safest, the further in the got, the emptier and riskier shit got. She had calmed down, her emotions were in check now. She felt good. As soon as she was relishing in this good feeling of the car ride being smoother than usual and the sun being comfortably hot, her headphones buzzed. Every set of headphones started to buzz, the interference with the radio made a horrid spluttering noise until it started to screech.
"Traffic update for all you killer queens, Draculoid parade spotted in 5, be on your toes and your gun held close. Stay clear and queer, Dr.D Out"
Everyone in the car became stiff.
"A parade?" Memory whimpered out pathetically, being dragged out of her happy place all a bit too soon, she hadn't had time to regain her tough persona.
"He means a convoy, which means over 3 vehicles full of Dracs" Gerard replied monotone.
"So what move is that, a drive by or? What do you guys do here?" Memory asked, totally looking her cool exterior. She could handle a few on her own, but a convoy is something she had never come across before. She started to panic a little, picking at her perfect nail bed, "Surely you've guys have handled this before, I mean you're the 'Fabulous 4' surely, surel-
"There's never been a convoy Violet" The way Gerard said this with so much authority and harshness, she couldn't help but be shocked. She tried to hide her fear but it seems her wide eyed look spoke for her, "If there is vehicles, that means there are scarecrows" There was silence all along the car, each Killjoy looking to Gerard for leadership. He decides whether the risk is taken, if there is to be a fight, "We need batteries"
The tension in the car rose a significant amount. Silence grew around them all. Memory checked her gun, bright purple with her symbol, the outline of the human head, around the trigger had the word 'action' she looked at her other gun, the one Jack had left behind. He hadn't personalized it, so it was just standard issue white with the BL/ind logo scratched off. She curled her talons around both guns. Soon enough Frank had ordered Memory to get a map out, It was like any other map she had seen of the zones but there were drawings all over it, notes and symbols. Memory looked at the map confused, "Look for the closed car symbol" Gerard said from the back, "It's the nearest gas station, we're going to need batteries and gas"
Approaching the gas station, it felt like the quiet before the storm. Memory took the opportunity to enjoy the quiet, the peacefulness. Memory got out of the car in silence, making sure to be careful of her perfect manicure.
"Hey look! there's new ones!" Frank sprinted towards the wall of the gas station, it almost seemed like he was dancing around. Memory cast her eyes to what on earth Frank could have been talking about. There were 5 huge posters. Each of their faces on separate pieces of paper with big red X's painted on their faces, the word 'Exterminate' covering their eyes. She laughed out loud.
"We're going backwards in time I swear" Memory stated looking over, noticing how Gerard's head is held high, how Franks hair is in front of his face, looking like he's slightly drunk.
As she looked at her own photo. She remembered her time in the suburbs, her time in the house, her time with the pills, her time without the pills, her time with the scarecrows, her time with the pills again, and then her time without the pills again. She remembered the day she became a Killjoy, she remembered the day she dyed her hair. In that photo, her lips were bright red, her hair perfectly dyed.
"I'm BEAUTIFUL!" Frank shouted, dramatically throwing himself over his poster.
"You're not wrong baby" replied Gerard as he took his sunglasses off to admire his own photo, Mikey, ignoring his poster was busy filling the car up. Ray was stood in front of his poster, with a flick of his lighter his poster caught alight.
"Killjoys never die" Ray stated. Memory watched the scene untangle, unsure of Ray's actions. Memory made her way to the rear of the car. Mikey looked towards her with an eyebrow raised, she shot her hand like a gun towards him and for the first time, she head him laugh. He laughed with his entire face, it went right up to his eyes.
She opened the trunk and rifled through for the 'Vend-A-Hack' a device covered in rhinestones that hacks the vending machine of it's batteries and rayguns. Her suitcase and food boxes neatly stored on the right but on the left was just an abundance of stuff. Most of it was books Ray had collected from the previous town.
"Fucking books" she said as she pushed them out of the way, finally the rhinestone console like hacking device came into view. It seemed stuck, jammed under... something? she pulled on it, but it just wasn't coming loose. She stuck her boot on the bumper and before she knew it she was on the ground, rhinestones scattered and the vend-a-hack went goodness knows where.
"Vi?" A concerned Mikey called upon hearing the thump, "you okay?" he shouted in the same concerned tone.
"I'm fine, but I lost the vend-A-hack"
She put her hands on her head realizing that's the only way they were going to get batteries, they were low on juice too. A little shocked he called her by her original name.
"Fuck Vi,"

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