Killjoys, make some noise.
Chapter 1
Here I stand. Parallel to the setting sun. Gun at grip. With my other hand I hold my most precious possession. My only possession.
I can feel my boom box's hard vibrations as it roars over my shoulder.
Look alive sunshine. 109 in the sky but the pigs won't quit...
In my wake I leave the Professor's slaves lying dead in the bare desert sand.
You're here with me, Doctor Death defy.
The sun beating down on me as I slump on. Limp and weak, I carry on. I can feel my long, curly hair sticking to the back of my sweaty neck.
I'll be your surgeon, your proctor your helicopter. Pumping out the slaughter matic sound that keep you live.
I don't know why I continue doing this job. Hell- I'm not even sure what this job is. Saving the world I guess.
A system failure for the masses, anti-matter for the master plan. Louder than God's revolver and twice as shining.
See- I wanted to become a world renown actress, and walk along long flowing dress. Even though I've always hated dresses, even before the apocolypse. Too girly for me.
This one's for all of you rock'n rollers. All you crash queens and motor babies.
I need to find some people. It's difficult because no body stays in one place long enough. Now that they're free to roam with no rules. The government-no, the world collapsed when I was just a little girl.
LISTEN UP! The future is bullet proof! The aftermath is secondary! It's time to do it now and do it loud.
I roll my eyes.
"Yeah right." I say to no one in particular. My fingers reach for the off button and I start carrying it by the handle.