Sorry it's been so long, but I had finals last week and then I got grounded from the computer. I'll beg for your forgiveness with… the appearance another Killjoy!

Oh, and I have totally been forgetting to put the disclaimers on these chapters. Sorry. Review if you like.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danger Days, the Killjoys, or MCR. Sadly. Same goes for the first three chapters.

The Trans-Am sped down Route Guano, churning up dust in its wake. Bunny was sitting sideways in the backseat; her legs crossed on the seats beside her. Her hair blew around her face in the wind, and for the second time that day, she wished for a pair of sunglasses. Fun Ghoul propped up is feet on the dashboard and grinned.

"How come Kobra always gets shotgun? I kinda like it up here."

Party chuckled, but then frowned as the music got drowned in static. As he fiddled with the dials of the ancient radio, Fun Ghoul turned around to face Bunny.

"So, how old are you?"

"Twenty-four," Bunny answered.

He dug in his pockets for a pack of cigarettes. Fun Ghoul picked one out, held it in his mouth, and lit it, then held out the pack to offer one to Bunny.

"Nah, I don't smoke," she said, brushing her long bangs out of her eyes. She was sure she looked terrible. Her usually ruler-straight bleach-blonde hair was probably knotty and tangled thanks to the wind, and her skin was peeling from sunburn. Bunny tugged at her tight red tank top, demanding that it fit in an attractive way. She hadn't been around guys her age in a while. Not since…

Bunny shook that thought from her head. No. No…

"So, it's not just you two?" she asked.

Party lit up his own cigarette, keeping one hand carelessly on the wheel.

"No, Jet Star and my brother, Kobra Kid, are back at the diner with our darling orphaned ward, Gracie," he said. "Hope you don't mind the smoke," he added.

Bunny didn't mind. She barely noticed the smell anymore. A-Bomb used to smoke too, even though Doll Face complained that his mouth tasted like an ashtray. He said that if they were all going to die anyway, and he might as well do it with tar in his lungs and on his own terms.

Finally, after some muttered profanities, Party was able to get the radio signal back. He tapped his fingers on the wheel in time to the blaring song, singing along quietly. Fun Ghoul grinned.

Bunny knew she was way more anxious than she should be. But still, she had a gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach, like she had to show them what she was made of. She had to show them that she wasn't some helpless, spineless chick with mental problems. Because she wasn't.

"Dude, you just missed the turn," Fun Ghoul said.

"Missed the turn. Like that's so much of a problem," Party Poison said, stepping on the brakes so he could turn without hitting the rocks in the distance. Nothing happened. He swore, stomping again on the brakes, but the car kept barreling down the road.

"Turn!" Fun Ghoul yelled. Party wrenched the steering wheel to the left, turning the car sharply and sending Bunny sliding across the backseat. They narrowly avoided crashing into a boulder.

"I thought you said Kobra fixed the brakes," Party said through gritted teeth. Bunny could now see a low building in the distance now.

"I probably did say that."

Party rolled his eyes. Bunny rubbed her injured arm where she had hit it against the door during the turn.

"Think I can make it into the garage without killing something?"

"No way, man," Fun Ghoul said, with a laugh. Bunny raised an eyebrow. It was rather high-pitched, and oddly contagious.

Party kept driving; barreling towards the building which she could now make out was an old diner which had seen better days. Though, honestly, everything these days had seen better days. Party frowned and looked back at her in the rearview mirror.

"You still alive back there?"

"I'm fine." It seemed like that was her motto nowadays.

His frown didn't leave.

"Brace yourself," Fun Ghoul advised, grabbing the door to hold himself in place.

Party took his foot off the gas, but with the velocity they had been driving at, the car didn't slow down too much. He jerked the steering wheel to the side, fast, causing them to spin out. Bunny looked around for a seatbelt; naturally, there weren't any. The car finally stopped. An enormous cloud of desert dust had been thrown into the air by Party's maneuver, and Bunny pulled her tatty blue scarf over her mouth before she opened the door and got out. She saw that the other two had done the same, with strange bandanas. She supposed it was a gang thing.

"Home sweet home," Fun Ghoul said, gesturing grandly. Bunny squinted at the building.

It was a diner, and an old one by the looks of it. The walls showed dust and burns from ray gun fights, and the array of posters, advertisements, and signs stapled in places fluttered slightly. Party went around to the trunk of the car and pulled out a giant battered mascot head. Bunny walked up to the wall near the door to look at the posters more closely. There were lots of flyers for underground concerts, many of them long since over, boasting both bands she liked and some she had never even heard of. There were wanted posters too, four in total. She recognized Party and Ghoul, and the other two posters of killjoys, one with light hair and sunglasses, and the other with unruly curls, must be the ones she hadn't met yet. Didn't Party say something about a brother? The light-haired one bore a resemblance…

A little girl with curly hair and dirty, colorful clothes appeared in the doorway.

"Party, Kobra won't let me… oh, hi." She cocked her head and looked at Bunny.

The light-haired man in the wanted poster Bunny had just been staring at emerged behind her. He leaned on the doorframe with his elbow and looked at the broken-down Trans-Am. Bunny raised her eyebrows. That poster sure didn't do him justice…

"Hey, I'm Kobra Kid. You are?"

"Trigger Bunny."

He grinned.

"Are you any good at fixing cars?"