Battery City Boys

Adrian and Kobra had just gotten back, and everyone could relax. Jet was inside the canteen, opening up five packaged cans of dog food. Bringing out the food to the hungry teenage brats, Jet sat down on a broken chair, and the group began to chat.

Everyone seemed to get along well. It was a small group gathering, as Jet had put it, but both Frank and Party Poison agreed that it was more like a rehab circle. The trio told the newcomers about themselves, and in return, they learned some interesting things about the two brothers.

Frank may have been one of the youngest, but he knew a lot about cars and electronics. For Adrian, it turns out that being the smallest has its perks. They all agreed that if they needed help getting into buildings, Adrian would climb in through a window, or even an air vent, if need be.

They could just stick with Frank's lock picking skills, as the short Italian had soon pointed out.

In turn, they learned that Party Poison was an art student when the war broke out, and he had been at home visiting when they were attacked. He had managed to sneak Kobra out, and they later met up with Jet Star, who was in college for computer sciences. The small trio agreed then that they would watch out for each other, no matter what happened.

Frank spoke up during the conversation.

"So, you guys were from Jersey, too?"

Party and Kobra nodded.

"Yeah. It was a pretty small town, the one we lived in, I mean. I'm surprised that we never ran into you or your folks."

Frank looked at the two men, then to his brother.

"We grew up around Belleville. Addie and I never really got out much. I was sick for most of our childhood, and so was he. He was probably worse, though, at least, in my opinion."

Kobra snorted.

"Nice, two sickos in the group. What's next, zombies? So you hail from Belleville, 'eh? Nice. I was born there. Poison was born in Summit, not too far from there, and Jet lived in, where
was it, J?"

Jet filled the blank.

"It was Kearny, Kobra. Kobra and Kearny start with K's. I thought I told you that trick?"

"It musta slipped my mind, dude."

Frank looked at Kobra, then to Jet.

"So...you spell Kobra with a K? Please, whatever you say next, don't let it be that your real
name starts with a K."

Kobra looked at Frank with confusion. Adrian, being the saint that he was, pulled out some paper and spelled it out for him, quite literally.

"Kobra Kid. Add another K."

Kobra nearly choked on his food, realizing now what Frank had meant.

"Oh. Shit, well, um. Shit. I probably shoulda thought a little more about the name thing. No worries though. My real name doesn't start with a K."

Frank laughed.

"Dude, I was just messing with you. Anyways, you guys need any help around here? Addie and I don't feel too comfortable with nothing to do."

Party Poison, nodding, stood up, and walked over to the back door of the shop they were in. Opening it, he looked up at the dropping ball of gas, then towards the other shops.

"Yeah, actually. We've been working on an idea of Jet's for a while. We'll give you the details tomorrow, cuz it's gettin' late, but we pretty much need to just secure the shops, before the winter really hits. It's already bad enough, not having heat, but we need to conserve what we have now, before the cold winds start kickin' in. We got lucky this year, with winter being late, but I don't wanna take any chances."

Adrian and Frank nodded, looking to each other, then to the back door. Adrian could already imagine the snow piling outside, and knew that they needed to act fast, and soon.

After all, if they didn't, they would all die.

Notes

So, it's short, not my best, but I'm editing the next few chapters now, and Chapter ten is scheduled for Monday or Tuesday, in case something comes up.

I've begun online yoga classes.

I'd say kill me, but my thighs and claves are already doing that.

Question of the Day/Night:

What is your favorite yoga position?

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