Batteryshell Bullets

-Prologue-

"Hey, what's that?"

"Looks like… is that a kid?"

"We should check-"

"Prolly dead. Come on, let's go."

"No, look."

"Come on, man. We don't need a kid."

"So you're just gonna leave her?"

"Well, I mean, no… but…"

"Hey, hey, can you hear me?"

"Man, she's dead."

"Shut the hell up. Use your eyes, dumbass. What's your name, sunshine?"

"Oh my god…"

"Come on. Pick her up. Let's go."

-Chapter 1- Fun Ghoul's POV-

"Hey Ghoul," a high pitched female voice chimed. I looked up from the magazine I was absently staring at. It was an old anti BL/ind propaganda magazine made about a year ago. It was the one thing I actually enjoyed reading. Too bad they're dead now.

"Hey Sunshine," I greeted the frizzy haired little girl. Despite the heat that was killing all of us, she still wore her bulletproof vest and little jacket. Jet Star was constantly yelling at me for rolling my sleeves up or not wearing a bandana. But what the hell. I could deal with the burns.

I reflected her smile with an equally beaming one. "What's up?"

"I dunno…" she sang, shrugging dramatically.

"Sounds like fun."

"Not really…" she sighed. A 10-year-old kid in the middle of a desert… No wonder she was bored. I was more than twice her age and bored as fuck. I nodded in agreement and stared off at the wavy, dead scenery. No fucking life anywhere. The plants were dead, cars didn't drive by…

I squinted. Coming over a hill were two shadowy figures. Not dead enough, apparently. "Ah, shit…" I grumbled, standing up. "Come on, get inside." I hurried her into the station.

"Guys, we've got company!" I shouted, scrambling for my gun. I never left the damn thing just lying around. Where the hell was it? Kobra Kid, who had been sleeping in a booth with an arm over his face, shot up. His aviators were falling half off his face, and his string blond hair was a matted mess.

"Shit, how many?"

"Two, I think. There over on the hill."

"Dracs?"

"I dunno." We ran out and into the other building- our main base.

"Poison, Jet Star, two assholes are on the hill," the Kid said. Party Poison was intently listening to the radio through the old headset. He held a wrinkled frown and just stared at it. Poor guy. He and Jet Star both turned at the sound of the Kid's voice.

"What are they doing?" Jet Star asked.

"Dunno, Ghoul saw them." He shrugged.

"There's just two guys on the hill. That's all I saw," I explained. Wasn't much of an explanation though.

"Where's Sunshine?" Jet Star asked. I jutted my thumb behind me.

"In the diner, she's safe." Party Poison pulled his bandana up around his face and hurried out the back. Kobra Kid followed and started out of the swinging door board, stopping halfway. I heard hushed speaking from outside.

"What the hell are you doing? Stay here."

"No, I'm coming with you."

"I don't want you dead. Stay."

Kobra Kid shook his head and came back inside.

"You just let him go? Alone?" I asked. "Damn motherfucker's gonna get himself killed."

"He'd be offended to hear you say that," Jet Star observed, raising an eyebrow. I clenched my teeth and stormed out back. Sure enough, Party Poison was crouched near the corner of the far building behind an old dumpster, brandishing his gun. I crouched and ran over to him.

"Ger-"

"Shh!" he reprimanded, looking out to the hill. The figures were drawing closer. "Don't use my name, idiot. Get back inside."

"The hell I will." I squatted beside him and squinted at the figures. "They don't look like Dracs." You could recognise the Draculoid figure, even from far away; all white with a fuzzy patch of black that stood up on top of their heads. BL/ind used the fucking vampire masks just to spite us.

But these figures were darker, and didn't move with the force and systematic steps Dracs would.

"Gee…"

"Party. Poison."

"Fuck you. They look like Killjoys." We were silent for another moment and just watched them. All of a sudden, his posture loosened, and he stood, going back inside.

"They don't look like Dracs," he told the anxious Jet Star and Kobra Kid.

"Killjoys?" Jet Star inquired.

"I think so. Not any I recognise. I'm gonna go out and check." This time when I tried to follow him, he gave me a knowing glare, so I stayed behind.

After a long period of trepidation and silence, Party Poison re-entered; this time followed by two people.