3. Conversation at the Cafe

Cybil practically dropped the man on the battered couch, her aching arms refusing to hold him any longer.

"Man he is one heavy bugger", she commented, rubbing her arms.

"Yeah whatever", Darrell said. Cybil glanced at Darrell, the colour had drained from Darrell's face and she was almost grey. Cybil could tell she was struggling to stay conscious. Keeping her hand near her gun holster Cybil jumped over the cafe counter and checked out the back rooms. They looked safe enough and 1 of the rooms had a small medikit in it.

"Hey Darrell come here", Cybil said. Darrell lifted herself up over the counter having decidedly more trouble than Cybil had had. Darrell could tell something was up as Cybil only ever used Darrell's name if she was worried or nervous.

"Sit on that", Cybil said pointing at another counter. Darrell struggled to get up on it, her strength was beginning to give in.

"So am I gonna die", Darrell grinned weakly.

"Yep I need to operate immediately, gimme a chainsaw", Cybil grinned back, "Where'd you get bitten?"

"I didn't, the bastard scratched me across the stomach", Darrell replied.

"Take off your top", Cybil ordered, "Lemme see the damage".

"Kinky", Darrell commented. She took her T-Shirt off, underneath she wore a black sports bra. Blood was oozing from the cut and blood had stained Darrell's white T-Shirt a deep red.

"Yowch", Cybil said. She gently touched the wound, cringing, she should have hung around. If she had then Darrell might not have been hurt. Cybil glanced up and blushed when she caught Darrell's eye. Darrell was puzzled yet again, Cybil was acting really strange. Cybil took some bandages out of the first aid kit.

"Wrap these round ya and hope the bleeding stops", Cybil shrugged before doing just that. Darrell closed her eyes and tried to make the pain disappear.

"Don't like your choice in boyfriend", she commented, reopening her eyes. Cybil glanced up sharply,

"Take it you don't like him either", Darrell grinned, she knew she should stop teasing Cybil, "Stop settling for the losers then".

"He's not my boyfriend", Cybil growled.

"Waaay what's bitten you?", Darrell asked. Cybil scowled in annoyance and put the medikit back on the shelf. She was sort of upset that Darrell didn't notice Cybil's affection for the girl. Darrell had looked out of the window in the front of the cafe.

"What the fuck it's not dark anymore", she commented, "This is surreal". Cybil looked up and frowned.

"Are we both having the same nightmare?", she asked.

"Sure hope not I'd hate to be in your head", Darrell replied cheekily.

"Shut it Rivers", Cybil grinned.

"Oooh you're turning into the boss, where's your horns?", Darrell asked. Before Cybil could answer Darrell climbed back over the counter and went towards the door.

"Yo Cyb, your boyfriend's waking up", Darrell called. Cybil stuck her middle finger up at Darrell and climbed back over the counter as well. Darrell opened the door and went to wait outside.

Cybil waited for about a minute then the bloke came to. He looked terrified and was ready to dart at any second. Cybil decided to flirt a little with him again, if Darrell wasn't interested maybe he would be. This time he payed very little attention to Cybil's flirting and went straight to business. He revealed his name as Harry Mason and he was looking for his daughter, Cheryl. No matter what Cybil said he was hell bent on finding her. Cybil reluctantly handed him her spare gun and, using the excuse she was calling reinforcements, left. She found Darrell sat on a nearby bench, fiddling with her empty gun.

"Yo wazzup with your boyfriend?", Darrell asked. Cybil decided to ignore her comment and just answered the question.

"His name's Harry Mason and the stupid pratt lost his only daughter", Cybil explained, she had no worries about mouthing the idiot off, she had no idea how you could lose your child.

"Man can you say hollow head syndrome", Darrell asked.

"What?", Cybil demanded, "Speak English already".

"No brain syndrome", Darrell explained, she moved so she could lean against the wall, she still felt tired and run down, thi was going to be a long day.

"Right gotcha", Cybil said, still not fully understanding. Then they heard a window smash and some gunshots fire. Then Harry ran out of the door and down the street like he was being chased by a million hell-hounds.

"Loser", Darrell commented.