When the smoke from the laser blasts cleared an hour later, Ghoul stirred. He slowly opened his eyes. His face was bleeding, and his cheek hurt like hell. He sat up, trying to recall what happened, and looked around him. The Killjoys were strewn about, motionless. Missile Kid was nowhere to be found.

Ghoul crawled over to Kobra Kid, who was laying on his back. He had a hole indented in his thigh. Ghoul touched his neck gently, looking for a pulse. To Ghouls' relief, Kobras' sweaty neck thumped lightly.

"Shit..." Ghoul heard someone mutter behind him. He turned himself around, to see Party Poison on the ground, gripping his shoulder. "I was fucking shot!" Then Poison gasped. "Holy shit, Ghoul... your...your face!" He looked horrified.

"My face hurts like hell." Ghoul mumbled. He stumbled to the Trans-Am, and glanced in the mirror. His cheek was ripped open from his mouth to under his eye. Blood was oozing from the wound. He felt himself get woozy.

"OH MY GOD. KOBRA!" Poison screamed, crawling quickly to his unconsious brother. He brushed Kobras' hair off his forehead, and lifted him up against him. He touched his younger brothers' face and winced when he saw the wound in his leg. If was a grusome sight.

Kobra fluttered his eyes open, and moaned. "FUCK. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" He screamed, looking up at his brother's gory shoulder. He saw Ghoul kneeling against the car, half of his face destroyed. Jet Star was laying down nearby, clenching his ribs.

"We got shot down." Poison said softly to his writhing brother. "And they took Missile Kid."

"We need medical help!" Ghoul screeched, obviously panicked. "We need to get out of here in case they come back!"

"I'm not moving anywhere." Kobra growled, wincing from the pain. He clutched his leg, and bit his lip.

"No, Kobra. He's right," Poison muttered. "We need to find Dr. D and the other Killjoys."

Jet howled in pain. He rolled over, and Ghoul could see the bloody wound in his side. Jet had a busted rib from the gun blast.

Ghoul stood up, along with Poison. Poison fought against the pain in his wounded shoulder, and took one of Kobras' arms. Ghoul assisted him by grabbing Kobras' other arm. Kobra cried out and cursed as they dragged his limp body to the car.

Jet stumbled along, sliding into the vehicle. He sat with Kobra in the backseat, Poison sat in the front, and Ghoul took the wheel. He forced the car along the dusty road.

Kobra was sweating and muttering curses from the back. Jet took Ghoul's bandana and wiped Kobras' forehead down, trying to ignore his own pain.

The Killjoys drove in pain for two hours when they finally saw what they'd been waiting for for days. Small white buildings appeared lined up neatly along the main road, with BL/ind logos painted on the sides. A few motorcycles that were too rickety to be drac bikes were parked alongside dirty cars and trucks, and Show Pony's van.

"Yes." Poison sighed, relieved. Ghoul pulled the car over. When they cut the engine, doors flew open and a rainbow of Killjoys came out. Dr. D and Show Pony came out relieved. Resistance followed, a shocked look on her face. A choir of gasps filled the group as the dozens of new Killjoys saw the groups' wounds.

"Whoa." Dr. D mumbled, looking at Ghoul. "I take it your ride didn't go as smoothly as ours did, huh?"

"We almost got fucking killed out there." Kobra grunted. "They kidnapped Missile Kid!"

Dr. D and Show Pony paled. Show Pony dropped to his knees, and covered his mouth with his hands.

"Well, we're gonna have to find her when we bust into the city, then." Dr. D quietly said. He turned to the numerous Killjoys that stood nervously around him. Most were teenagers, but a few older men and women were mixed in the group. "This is our army!"

There was a total of 28 new Killjoys surrounding them. Many had wild colored hair, some wore masks, and all had some sort of costume on. Each had their own personalized weapon; mostly ray guns.

"Hello, gentlemen. I am Rebel Renegade." A green haired girl said, stepping forward. She had a wild look; Lime green hair, a purple jacket, and a bejeweled ray gun. She had tattooed hearts up the side of her face. "I brought my family over to fight. We are from zone 1."

"Zone 1?" Jet breathed, surprised. Not many Killjoys were from that particular zone, as of how close to Battery City it was. It was risky living in a zone that Dracs passed through frequently.

"Yeah. My girls Neon Halo, Symptom Tornado, and Teardrop Pixie and I hid in our basement all this time. We managed to survive because our parents ran a food bank from our house. We had the place boarded up, so no one came in." She pointed to three other girls nearby. "They are my younger sisters." The girls politely smiled.

Kobra moved his leg accidentally, and screamed. Several Killjoys jumped at his sudden outburst, and Dr. D wheeled over to him.

"They really got you, didn't they?" Dr. D mused. "He motioned for the large group to make room. The four injured Killjoys followed him through the crowd to one of the shacks, where he opened the door. Poison gasped.

A drac was sitting calmly at a metal desk inside.