Our story will start off in the year of 2019, about six months after the bombings.

Party Poison sat in the tattered, red booth of the broken diner, watching the horizon making sure no Dracs were coming. The air around him was hot, sticky, and every time he took a breath his lungs burned. That was what the air was like in the zones. BL/ind didn't care if the air was polluted out in the zones, all they cared about was their precious Battery City.

"Poison you have been staring out that window for three hours…..aren't you getting bored?" Fun Ghoul sat down across from him. Poison ran his hand through his dirty, greasy red hair.

"Just making sure no Dracs are coming," Poison replied.

"No need to worry about them….they have no idea where we are. And besides Dr. D said they were patrolling zone four today." Frank smiled. Dr. D also known as Dr. Death Defying was middle aged man in a wheelchair. He ran a radio station for the Killjoys, letting everyone know if it was safe to come out, if Dracs were close by…and if he knew, what fellow Killjoys had been dusted that day. Not only was Dr. D a close friend of the group….but he had saved them all. After the bomb had hit Los Angeles Ghoul and Jet had been injured; Ghoul with a broken ankle, and Jet with a broken leg. Luckily they suffered through it and were only able to travel for a few hours every day. But one day the group had, had an encounter with a group of Dracs, Ghoul and Jet tried their hardest but they were overcome. Kobra and Poison were left to fight on their own. Just as the Dracs were about to kill them both, Dr. D came along and killed off the Dracs.

Dr. D brought them back to a small diner and helped them all regain their health. They all owed that man their lives.

"Dr. D could always be wrong," Poison stated, not looking at his friend, but staring out the window. Ghoul sighed knowing his friend does not change his mind often.

"He hasn't been wrong yet, c'mon Poison, let's go see what Kobra and Jet are doing." Ghoul patted Poison on the shoulder. Poison couldn't say no to Ghoul's lopsided grin and brown puppy dog eyes.

"Alright," Poison got up and followed Ghoul, not before taking one last nervous glance out the window. Poison could hear the roaring laughter of Jet Star. And the pleading calls of Kobra Kid as they made their way to the front of the diner. Ghoul started laughing when he saw Jet Star holding Kobra Kid down.

"Jet let me go!" Kobra yelled producing a small laugh.

"No not until you eat the dog food!" So that's what was going on. Poison had forgotten that they eat the last of their real food last night…..and all they had left was dog food.

"No way am I eating that shit!" Kobra sealed his mouth closed, his bright blond hair falling messily into his face.

"We need to see if it's poisoned." Jet laughed scooping a finger full of wet dog food on his finger.

"And you're testing this on me? What if I die?" Kobra looked hurt.

"Yeah well it's the price you'll have to pay for protecting us." Jet moved his finger right up to Kobra's mouth. Kobra shook his head wildly but it was no use. Jet shoved the wet dog food into his mouth. Kobra yelped and got a disgusted look on his face. Jet leaped off of Kobra and started laughing uncontrollably when Kobra started spitting out the horrid food. Poison started to laugh too; he couldn't help it, because Kobra kept saying.

"That tasted like shit! Jet I can't believe you stuck your nasty finger in my mouth!" Ghoul went over to Kobra and helped him up off the floor.

"Don't worry….he'll have to eat it too….unless we he wants to starve." Ghoul giggled as Jet hung his head down. Kobra wiped off some of the dog food off his chin, and he looked at his brother.

"Hey Poison!" He smiled. He was actually thinking 'how did Ghoul get him to leave his window?'

"Hey Kobra, did your meal taste good?" Poison grinned; which only got him a glare from Kobra.

"No it did not! It was really gross." Kobra whined.

"To bad you'll have to eat it again," Jet smirked.

"You're going to have to eat it too dumbass." Kobra barked.

"Okay, okay…..we'll all have to eat it. Let's calm down." Poison laughed stepping in between Kobra and Jet. Kobra stuck his tongue out at Jet who merely just laughed at his friend. Just then Show Pony and Dr. D came rolling into the diner.

Show Pony was also a close friend; he wore white and blue poka dotted pants a short shirt reading NOISE, and he always wore his roller skates. He took off his helmet reveling his brown hair and brown eyes.

"Hey guys!" He exclaimed.

"What's up?" Ghoul smiled.

"Nothing much actually. We got bored so we came over to see how you were doing." Pony smiled, he rolled over to a booth and sat down.

"We're doing good…except Jet made me eat dog food!" Kobra said and Pony just started laughing.

"Yeah I didn't like it my first time either….but don't worry Kobra you'll get use to the taste." Pony smiled.

"I don't see how anyone could…" Kobra mumbled. Poison looked at Dr. D and asked in a hushed voice.

"Have you found anything on this girl?" Poison had been having these night terrors about this little girl needed his help. They seemed so real that he had Dr. D do research. Dr. D motioned for Poison to follow him into a separate room.

"Poison the little girl you're describing sounds a lot like a little girl going by the name of Missile Kid. But she is traveling with another group, one larger than ours. As far as I know she is safe." Dr. D explained and Poison sighed.

"Thanks, but there is a girl out there fitting my description?"

"Yes, she is around the age of ten. Her group consists of nine people, last time they were seen was a couple days ago going into zone two." Dr. D reported.

"Alright, thanks again Dr. D." Poison forced a smile.

"Anytime Poison…are you alright." Dr. D gave Poison a look of concern.

"I'm fine….it's just those dreams are so damn real that it's hard not to believe them." Poison admitted.

"I'm sure the little girl is fine…..now let's get back out there before that nosy brother of yours figures out what's been going on…..unless you've told them already?" Dr. D knew that Poison had to tell his group sooner or later about his dreams.

"Dr. D I can't tell them…they will think I'm crazy." Poison sighed.

"Aren't we all my lad, aren't we all." Dr. D said and gave Poison one last glance before leaving him alone in the room.