Well gotta cover Gabriella's little adventure, so this chapter's all Gabriella based, it also explains how the presidents dealing with the crisis, can you say, cover up?
Gabriella sat quietly curled up in a little ball next to Chey as he drove along the empty roads.
"You umm, you ok?" He asked.
She shook her head.
"You want something to drink?" He asked.
"You want a cigarette?" He asked.
She shook her head.
"You uhhh, you like...porn?" He asked, pulling out a magazine.
"NO, I DON'T WANT FOOD, DRINKS, DRUGS, OR DIRTY MAGAZINES!" She scremed.
"Well got-damn, I'm just tryin to help." He said.
"Sum bitch." He said, lighting up his own cigarette.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, begining to cry.
"Ohhh, got-damn it, don't start crying." He said.
"I..I'm sorry." She said.
"Look we're almost here anyway." He said.
She nodded a little as they approached a military roadblock.
"FREEZE!" A soldier screamed, aiming a M16(and automatic gun, go type it into Google images) at them.
Gabriella yelped and jumped under the dash board.
"Hold your fuckin fire." Chey said as it were nothing.
"Exit the vehicle, and drop any wepons." The soldier ordered, a few others coming out of large tent.
"Yeah, don't got any." He said, stepping out of the truck.
"Put you hands where I can see them." The soldier ordered.
"Look, I don't have any guns, I'm not a monster, I'm only trying to get out of this town." He said.
"That's fine, but we're gonna have to check your truck." He said.
"Be my guest, nothing but porn, beer, guns, and a mexican chick." He said.
"Excuse me?" The soldier asked.
"You heard me." He said.
The soldier approached the truck slowly.
"DON'T SHOOT ME!" Gabriella screamed as he found her and raised his gun.
"It's ok, I'm not gonna hurt you, are you ok, did he kidnap you?" The soldier asked.
"No no, he saved me." She said as he helped her out of the truck.
"So are we clear, can I go now?" Chey asked.
"Yer sir, all clear...OPEN THE GATE!" The soldier ordered the other guards.
"Hey, can she like...stay with ya'll?" He asked.
"Why?" He asked.
"Cause I'm going back and fightin." Chey causually said, lighting up a cigarette.
"Sir, we cannot turn down a civilian in need, but we cannot allow you to go back after you have approached these gates and we're cleared for exit." The soldier said.
"Ohhh that's funny, so let me get this staright, ya'll can't let me go back, cause I might die, right?" He asked.
"Exactly." The soldier said.
"And if I go, you'll shoot me?" Chey asked.
The soldiers looked at each other, a loss of words evident.
"Take care Gabriella." Chey said, climbing in the truck.
"SIR, you CANNOT go back." The soldier firmly said.
"Yeah yeah, ok G.I Joe, take care of her." Chey said, pulling away.
"BE CAREFULL CHEY, THANK YOU." Gabriella called as he shoot the peace sign.
"Damn that guy was good." A soldier said.
"So, Gabriella was it, we have a tent right here you can stay in, as for getting into Texas, parts of it have already been evacuated, same for Arizona, Colarado, and a very tiny portion of Oklahoma, New Mexico is completly gone, and Texas is getting pretty grim, most of it has been over run." The soldier said.
"Listen, I want full coverage..who the hell is this?" A man in a suit asked, approaching the soldier and Gabriella.
"A civilian sir, their was another, but he turned and went back."
"No matter, he's probably alreay dead, as for her, please stay in that tent, do not ask questions, do not go into any other tent, please follow orders, we're talking a risk just keeping you here." He said.
She nodded slowly.
"And I'll warn you only once, if you disobey any orders, it'll stand ground for your immedient...execution." He said.
Her eyes grew huge as he nodded at the soldier and they walked into another tent.
Gabriella had a feeling she was in the middle of some thing big...something terrible.