Authors Note: I've been meaning to wrote one of these for a while now, but I've been having trouble coming up with an OC. Also, It wasn't until recently that I've found the inspiration and motivation. This may sound weird, but five minutes ago I read one called "Danger Days, an account of events" which is been written by AkrasiaMuffin! I suggest you read it! It is a really good read! It has motivated me to write one of my own; It could have also been the fact that there are not many out there. But whatever, let's get this over with, no?

Zone 6; Summer, 2019

Waking up to the bright rays of the sun trying to blind you is never a good way to start a Thursday morning. Or was it Tuesday? …Sunday? No, no it's Friday. I think. Stretching my arms, I stood from behind the small boulder I had taken shelter behind the night before. Looking around to make sure no one was around, I started to head for the road.

As always, it was unbearably hot in Zone 6. Though, the same could be said about zones 1-5. Everywhere but Battery City was constantly above a hundred degrees, with zones 4-6 getting a large amount of acid rain every year. Pushing my blue hair out of my face, I continued my trek down the long road, staying alert so no SCARECROW soldiers, or Dracs, could sneak up on me.

Catching my reflection in an abandoned car's window, I scowled deeply. I was a mess. My black skinny jeans have seen better days, along with everything else I had on my person at the moment. My banana colored hoodie was littered with holes, that even I had to admit looked slightly cool. I had long since ripped the sleeves off, leaving more of a vest than a hoodie. My bright blue skin-tight shirt that had once matched my hair, was so saturated with dried blood, it looked more of a reddish-purple. Even my once bright yellow converse looked brown from all the walking I've been doing lately.

I sighed lightly, running a hand through my long hair. Ever since the apocalypse in 2012, the world has been a mess. A company named BL/ind, which is short for Better Living Industries, has basically taken over the world. The Dracs that I mentioned earlier are robots created by them. The main purpose for this is to exterminate all of the Killjoys.

Killjoys are people like me. Terrorists to the BL/ind corporation. Basically, we are trying to save the world from their evil hold on human-kind by killing every Drac that crosses our paths and raiding different places for food or weapons. The good life. They give out pills that make people "normal". More like non-human if you know what I mean. Emotionless, uncreative, boring people. What a wonderful society that would be, right? NOT.

From what I remember before all of the blood shed, I could almost assure you that if you looked for the definition of an art-enthusiast, you'd see my picture right next to it, smiling brightly. I used to eat, breathe, and shit the stuff. I would never leave my drum set or sketch pad, just waiting for a breath of inspiration.

Unfortunately, that is not the case anymore. I was a loner, walking around zone 6 for hours on end, making sure it was safe and no Dracs had set foot here.

With my trusty black and white striped ray gun at my side, I felt almost invincible. I've luckily never been shot, which is surprising in itself. Even when a few years back I had been cornered by five Dracs, I had managed to make it without many wounds. I have no idea how, but that's my life for you.

I reached into my hoodie pocket for my portable radio, searching for Dr. Death Defying's radio station.

Hearing only white noise is never a good sign. I frowned, twisting the knobs a bit more. "Come on, baby. You can do it, just one little frequency. Think you can do that for me?" I muttered, not caring that talking to oneself is the first sign of insanity.

"Look alive, sunshine-" crackled from the small dusty device.

I grinned. "Fuck yeah!"

I pressed a button on the back, trying to connect the sound waves. "Yo! Dr. D! Can yah hear me, old man?" I yelled into the speaker.

After a few sounds of static, a sound I've been dying to hear for the past year made its way from the speakers.

"Riley? That you?"

My smile immediately left my face, agitation taking its place. "It's Bitterly Ironic, old man! Get it right!" I shouted, trying to mentally strangle the man for using my real name.

Laughter filled my ears, "Good to hear from yah! Somethin' you need, Irony?" he asked, laughter in his rough voice.

I sighed. "Nah, actually I was gonna head over to the diner. Yah know, see how you and Show Pony are doing. That alright with you?" I heard whispering on the other side before he spoke.

"Of course! I've been meaning to get a hold of yah anyways! You have a ride?"

I blinked before looking around before seeing the abandoned car again. "Yeah, man. I got one. I'll be there in ten." I replied, turning off the radio before he could answer. I made my way over to the car, which was in surprising good condition. Opening the driver's side door, I managed to break into the material under the steering wheel. I fiddled with each of the wires.

"What was it? Red and green? Ow, fuck! Definitely not. Um, Red and yellow? No, no… aha! Red and blue!" I stood to my full height as the car started. Pulling the door closed, I revved the engine a bit and smiled mischievously.

"I've always wanted to do this." And with that, I was full speed ahead.