Jeopardy Jinx POV

"Dammit, Riot, if you touch me one more time, I will shoot you in the face before the Dracs get the chance to!" I screamed, and shot another Drac in my rage.

My best friend—the Killjoy called Silent Riot—mumbled something under his breath and shot a Drac closing in. I leapt over the rusted-out car we had been using for shelter, kicking a Drac in the chest while shooting another one. Riot ran past me, also shooting wildly. A flash of white light shot past him, nearly singing his jacket. I growled in anger and shot the Drac who had attempted to kill him. No one was allowed to shoot my dorkboy but me. We pressed our backs together, turning in circles slowly, shooting any Dracs that were getting close.

Suddenly we were wrenched apart. As ray gun dug into my back, I felt a pang of fear. Riot kept shooting; he hadn't noticed me. They were all dead before he saw me, struggling, eyes wild with fear. I kicked backwards, aiming for that spot that would cause the Drac to drop both me and the ray gun. Unfortunately I missed, and was rewarded with a crack on the back of the neck, where my neck met my head. I groaned as spots danced across my vision, and dropped to the ground. The world spun dangerously, causing me to feel nauseous. Suddenly there was a noise I didn't recognize; a growling noise that reverberated in my bones. I came face to face with the bumper of a beat-up old car. A few quiet shots rang out, and a voice yelled, "Get in!"

Dazed as I was, I climbed to my feet and slipped into the car. "Riot! GET YOUR ASS MOVING!"

He broke out of whatever dweebish trance he was in, and hopped in. I was squished between Riot and a guy with really curly hair. He waved awkwardly. I waved back, trying to find a position where I was actually sitting instead of being squished an inch off of the seat. The youngest guy yelped as he was forced upwards by the crush. "Hey, quit!"

I was immediately pushed right back up. And so the war began. When we finally got to wherever we were going, the young guy and I were hurling insults at each other. The door finally opened, and we were shoved out of opposite sides. I ended up laying on my back again, staring up at the sky. "Ow."

One of the boys was watching me; the one with flame-red hair. He grinned cheekily. "I don't think we've seen an argument like that for a while. What's your name?"

I sat up. "Jeopardy Jinx. You?"

"Party Poison," he replied, and reached out to shake my hand.

I stood finally. The young guy had hopped out, and was making friends with Riot. I walked over to them. "Sorry, man."

"Same to you," he said. "I'm Fun Ghoul."

"Jeopardy Jinx."

And so went the other two introductions. The blond was Kobra Kid; curly-hair was Jet Star. We were sitting outside a dusty old diner. The sign was broken; only the D, I, and E were there. It was sort of ironic. Riot looked up at that. "Well, isn't that pleasant."

"Sure is," said Poison. "That's why we live here."

Jet had to add his two cents. "We call it the Die Diner."

So we all went inside the Die Diner, sitting around a booth. Riot and I sat on one side of the booth. Poison and Kobra sat on the other. Jet and Ghoul pulled up a couple of extra chairs, and we chowed down on beans with little flecks of bacon in it. While Riot wasn't looking, I flung a bean at his immaculate red jacket. It left a nasty brown stain. I sniggered, and finished off the can, getting as much of the sweet sauce from the can as I could. I hadn't had so much to eat in so long that it was sad. After that, we ate from a bag of stale crackers. It tasted better than anything. I had lost so much weight; I wasn't very tall, and was incredibly skinny. It was pathetic.

We finally finished eating, and sat back to talk. I liked all of them, but especially the two brothers, Poison and Kobra. They were funny, and even though Kobra was quiet, they had to be some of the friendliest people I had met. They thought that my badge was the coolest thing ever, or so it seemed. It was black; a purple mushroom with a white skull was in the middle, and under it were the words Game over. I liked their badges, too. They suited the guys. We talked for a while, until the sun had long since set. A voice came over the radio.

"Another day over and done, motor babies. We've had reports of Dracs in zones 3 and 4, so keep an eye open. S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W is in Zone 6, so I want to warn all of the Killjoys out there to keep inside after sunset; some special mentions go to Party Poison, Kobra Kid, Fun Ghoul, and Jet Star. You four have a habit of getting into trouble, so try your hardest to stay safe. Sweet dreams, crash queens. Here's some of The Mad Gear and Missile Kid for those late night partiers out there! Stay beautiful, keep it ugly, and die with your mask on, if you have to."

Then Black Dragon Fighting Society was playing, and I squealed. I loved that song. I set my mask aside and turned up the radio. I sang as loudly as I could. The guys humoured me, singing too. Riot was the last to join in, and one-by-one, we fell asleep to the others' singing. I was one of the last, falling asleep against Riot, whose quiet singing lulled me into a deep sleep.