Suit, yeah? Who's that? And I looked over the last chapter thing... I almost stapled my hand to a wall for the mistakes i made... I have SOOO many ideas... Yet no time... Social day btw. FUCK REALITY! Mistake... ^
DAY FOUR: BOOTS
I was awake. Mostly. I was numb. Under snow. I couldent move my body. I tried to look around.
Everything was blurred. Everything was moving. I felt sick. I started to choke. I coughed and sent
bits of blood everywhere. I felt like electricity had gone through me. I could move. I could see.
I looked around. Something was wrong. I tried to sit up but I was pinned. I looked at my body.
There was something sticking out of my chest. It was keeping me down. I grabbed it with one
hand. That simple movement drained me. I grabbed it with the other. I could feel my hands
bleed. I pulled. I heard metal scraping metal. I felt metal scraping bone. I pulled it out. My sight
swam everything faded. I was on a building. People were all around me, but without faces.
They were all pushing me off. I looked down and saw a lake of blood. I heard a voice.
"Hell... He is actualy alive. Tough guy, eh? Wake up now, will ya?" British? Wake up? I'm
sleeping? A face formed out of the blood. A woman. Blonde hair. Long blonde hair. I felt
something on my arm.
"What the fuck!" I sat bolt upright. A sharp pain went through my entire body. I choughed up
blood. I laid back down.
"Agh! Fuck..." I looked around. There was a person in the truck. Short, female... Blue? No,
wearing a blue jumpsuit. And a gun. Not one i've eve rseen. Pointed right at me.
"Shit." Definately british. "You scared the hell out of me. Man your a tough one, no suit or
anything. The sword in the wall was a nice touch though. Verry dramatic." Why was she wearing
a jumpsuit? And a skintight one, at that.
"Arent you-" I coughed up blood. " Arent you cold?" I know I was. Freezing.
"Arent you dead?" Wit... Wonderfull...
"Mostly... Did you see where my bag went?" I needed to do something about this wound in my
chest. And my broken bones. Never broke a bone before. I was taking it well.
"Right to the point, eh? Good. I need someone like that. Here." She tossed the bag next to me.
I opened it and took out the first aid with my good arm.
"I'll help you with that." She walked over to me and helped me get my shirt off. It was freezeing.
"You should really be dead." I took the bottle of pain pills from the bag. I took four.
"Yeah." She had glowing spots on her jumpsuit. Or I was halucinating. "Your glowing."
"Perceptive." More wit.
"I need to find my friend. She should be on the roof." Sam was still up there if she was hurt.
"That girl you fell with? Yeah, we should find her." Good. Now who was this person.
"I'm-" She set the bone in my arm "-Fuck! I'm Justin. Friends call me Juce."
"Samus Aran. No nicknames." Anti social or serious... Can't tell, I'm guessing bolth.
"You done now?"
"Yeah. Your friend got off a bit better than you did."
"Good."
"But she broke her leg. And is she dead too?"
"Yeah. She's been dead longer than me though." Dont know by how much though...
"Shes waiting in the building. Up you go." She hoisted me up by the good arm. She was shorter
than me. Not saying much though. I am fairly tall, but not huge... She is short though...
"You don't need to carry me. I can walk fine." She let me go, I staggered a bit and grabbed my
bag before walking to the back of the truck.
"I can't climb out. Wanna open this for me?" I made a rather good sized hole in the roof.
"Sure." She jumped out. Completly. Not even grabbing the edge of the hole. Thats atleast 10
feet high. Crazy. A few sconds later the door slid up.
"Thanks." I jumped down and she started walking to a building. I followed her.
"So I crashed my ship into the ground about two hours ago." Ship?
"Ship?"
"Yeah. I'll show you after we get your girl."
"My girl?"
"Yeah. The one you fell with? Shes in that building." She pointed at a warehouse. "I'll wait here."
I walked up to the building. There was a loading door. It was closed. There was a normal door
next to it. I walked up and knocked.
"Sam?" I walked in. There was a fire and a makeshift bed. Sam was laying on it. I tossed a candy
bar to her. "You allright?" She clearly had been crying again.
"I'm fine. Are you O.K? You look terrible." My broken arm started to feel funny.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Mostly... How are we gonna get out of here now..." It started to hurt.
"That woman seemed to know where she wants to go." It felt like the bone was moving.
"Ah... Fuck..." It was deffinatley moving.
"What?" It hurt unbareably. I fell down.
"My arm..." It stopped hurting.
"What about it." I looked at it. I tried moving it. It wasnt broken anymore.
"It's... not broken anymore!" I took the bandages off of it.
"Great! Wish i could say the same." I walked over to her. Only her lower leg and been broken.
"I can cary you out of here." I picked her up and put her on my back.
"Samus is waiting for us, isnt she?"
"Yeah." I walked out. Samus was standing there, full in the wind. Not even shivering.
"We need to go. They're coming." I looked down the road. there was hundreds of them.
"Yeah. We do." I started running towards a car parked in front of the truck I fell into.
"What happened to your arm?" Samus started following.
"It's fixed."
"Wow. And the hole in your chest?"
"Still there." I put sam down on the passanger side.
"What are you doing?" Sam tried to steady herself on the car.
"Hotwireing the car." I opened the hood. "Samus, get in the car."
"Sure." I pulled a few wires and tied a few. I could see the dash light up. I tied a few more. The
engine started "Awesome!" I got in the drivers seat.
"Can you drive this thing?" Samus asked from the back.
"Course I can!" I put it in drive and sped off down the street.
"By the way Justin." Samus was looking out the back window.
"Yeah?"
"I got this from the truck." She held up my broken sword, with my blood halfway staining it.
"Great."
"Where are we going" Sam was looking in the glove box.
"My house. Theres a few things I want to grab." I found the highway and followed it in a home
looking direction. I ran over an infected a few times.
"You said something about a ship before, Samus. Should we head there next?"
"Yeah. I need to stick with you two for a while." She looked a little worried.
"Why's that?"
"I don't know where I am." Crazy again.
"Hows that?"
"Long story. I'll tell you when we're safe." I passed the campus.
"We'll be there in a few minutes." Passed a Tank. It threw some rubble at us. It missed. I pulled
into my neighborhood. It was deserted.
"How old are you anyways?" Samus had her head inbetween the front seats.
"Almost 14." I pulled up infront of my house. My friends body was still there. Just under snow.
"And you can drive? And hotwire? And survive a fall like that?" She got out.
"And much, much more." I smiled and got out. "How old are you then?"
"24." She walked up to the wrong house. I opened Sam's door and helped her onto my back.
"Wrong house, shortie." I walked up to my front door and opened it.
"Shortie? I'll have you know-" Something was mvoing inside the house.
"Shh!" I peaked around the side. I didn't have any gun so i had to be carefull. I Inched in
carefully. Samus walked in and looked around.
"It's just a cat, you whimp." An infected come from the master bedroom and grabbed her.
"Watch out!" Sam called. I ran up and jump kicked it as hard as I could. I flew 4 meters. Farther
than I expected. The force knocked over Samus. I ran over and stomped on it's head untill it was
crushed. I walked over to the couch and put down Sam.
"Thanks." I nodded and walked into the master bedroom. Why was there a zombie in here?
There was an unfinished boul of chicken soup on the night stand... Slackers.
"What are you looking for?" Sam called from the living room.
"Special boots."
"Boots? We came here for boots?" Samus was in the fridge.
"More like roller skates... With rockets..."
"What?" Samus walked into the room. I started going through the closet.
"They have alot of sentimental value for me..." A present.
"Rocket skates?"
"Military issue." I found the pistol pete allways keeps. And 10 clips of ammo.
"What?" Samus walked over.
"A present from a freind. She was selected to test 16 Different types of rocket skates. She gave
them away, but kept one for herself."
"Good friend of yours?" She sat down on the bed.
"Yeah. Best friend." I walked to my room.
"What are these rocket skates then?"
"They're all different. For different occasions. Military occasions of course."
"Like recon and support?" She followed me.
"Yeah. I got the combat ones." I opened my closet.
"Wow..." She sat on my bed.
"Awesome arent they?" I pulled them out. They're metal and go up to the knees. With wheels
on the bottom. Completely red and black.
"They look kind of evil..."
"My own color choice." I took my boots off and sat next to Samus. I heard Sam rummage
through something in the next room. I slipped them on under my jeans.
"I should change. Would you mind?" I motioned at the door.
"Of course." She got up and walked out and closed the door behind her. I took the skates of and
laid them on the bed. Off with the jeans. Off with the shirt and the bag. Fresh underwear.
Thermal underclothes. Carpenter jeans and Tee shirt. Thick hoodie. Skates. I heard a loud thump
in the living room. I grabed my bag
"What are you two doing?" I walked out, the couch was on its side infront of the door.
"Her idea, not mine." Sam was on the floor. I picked her up and put her in a chair.
"I guess we're staying a while, huh?" I sat on the floor.
"Might as well." Samus shoved the couch against the wall. "I'm starving." I stood back up. I felt a
bolt of pain shoot across my chest.
"Ouch... I'll cook something" I walked over to the fridge. There was chicken and milk.
"You two like chicken, right?" I took it out and unwraped it. I pulled a pan out from next to the
oven, ploped the chicken on it, turned on the oven, and threw some spices on it.
"You can even cook?" Samus came in from the living room.
"Yeah." I stuck the chicken in.
"Great. How long?" I turned on the timer.
"Not long." And walked out. "How you doin Sam?"
"My leg hurts." I pulled the pain pills out from my bag.
"Take two." I sat down next to her. "So Samus... Who are you?" She walked in from the kitchen.
"I'm a boutny hunter, currently on a job for the Galactic Federation."
"A bounty hunter? For the Galactic Federation? So your an alien?" One more thing to pile on the
Wierd Shit heap.
"Not exactly. I'm human... Or as much as you are." Something to connect with?
"Then what?" She haent fully explained yet.
"I'll tell you about my mission then."
"Please do."
"I was sent here to stop the space pirates from destroying human life in the past."
"So your from the future? And you came after pirates?"
"Yes. They came to this time with a virus. You have the virus... Or a mutation..."
"Wonderfull." Ding! Chickens done! "I'll get it." I got up to get the chicken from the stove. Pain
shot through my chest again. "Ouch..." I took the chicken out of the stove and figured out how
hungry I really was. I cut it up and took a few plates from the cubbard, forks and knives.
"Hurry up! I'm about to eat Samus!" Sam called. Ah... Funny...
"Yeah yeah..." I stuck the rest on the table. I carried on plate on my head, beacuse I can.
"Here." I laid the plates infront of them. "Were gonna stay here for the night then?"
"Well... It is your house. Might as well... And i want to see how you use those rocket skates."
Samus said inbetween chunks of chicken.
"Nothing special. I just lean forward and it makes me go forward depending on how far I lean" I
inhaled the chicken.
"This is good." Sam choked out. I got up and put my plate in the sink. Samus came up behind me.
"You two know about me now... What about you two?" She put her and Sam's plate in the sink.
"She dosent remember anything past when I found her." I whispered.
"Oh... Well you can still tell though." She walked back, I followed.
"Well... Not much to tell..." I sat down.
"What about these dog tags I found on your bed?" She held up a chain with millitary style dog
tags.
"Hey! Those are mine!" I jumped for them. I fell on top of her trying to grab them.
"Hey, don't get so excited!" She handed them over. "You plan on telling us?" I got off.
"Yeah. Me and my friends all have these. We made a little group. Just a few of us."
"The people we found in the hospital?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, a few others too." I slipped the tags over my head.
"You made a gang then?" Samus asked.
"Kinda. We didnt do any of the stuff you think of when you say gang though. All we really did
was get into little bits of trouble. We would run through abanded buildings and just cause
mischeif. Me and Charlie where the best..."
"Did you have a name?" Sam stretched out.
"Yeah. Kinda a dumb name though."
"What is it?" Samus was inspecting the carpet.
"We were Rose's."
"That is a dumb name. how many people where in it?"
"54 people."
"Thats not just a few! Thats a good amount of people."
"Well in the main group there was a just a couple. We did have people all over the state. 54 was
just the people in the city. I was more or less the leader."
"How many people all together?" Samus was interested now.
"About 40 or 50 every group... So I'm guessing 200 or more."
"And do they all just do their own thing.?"
"No. We had a system. New peope were called seeds. Then vines, buds, petals, and flowers.
There were verry few flowers. Most people stay at petals."
"What were you then?"
"I was the thorn." I looked at my tags.
"And thats as high as you can go?"
"Yeah."
"What did you guys actualy do?"
"There are other gangs around here. We made sure they didnt kill anyone."
"How?"
"Anonymous tips to the cops, sabatage, occasional beat downs."
"Did they have to pass some kind of test to get in?"
"No. We train them in parkour... And we teach them how to dance."
"Dance?"
"Yeah. Teahces you how to fight. And it's good with the ladies." Sam started snoring quietly.
"Sounds reasonable."
"I'll get some blankets for you two." I stood up.
"Thanks." I walked over to the closet next ot the bathroom and got two blankets.
"You really can handle yourself, can't you?" I handed her a blanket.
"Yeah. I generaly took care of myslef. My parents work alot." I put the other blanket over Sam
and walked to my room.
"Tough little kid..."
It felt good to sleep at home again...
Samus, eh? British, eh? Boots, eh? Realism, eh? Fuck realism. This is a story. I make it as un realistic as I want... I want boots like that...