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The gaggle of cops came rushing down the stairs and bursting into the caged pit. All four of us were scooped up by too large, burly police officers. Slack groaned in annoyance as Riley willingly let the cops grab him and tug him towards the door. The cops dragged Slack out after him, and myself after Slack, with Charlie being led last. I heard him grunting and lightly struggling. I huffed, causing Slack to turn her head to look back at me.

"Ring any bells Slack? Second time today, we really need to stop whatever it is that's putting us in this position.." I replied, talking about how Slack and I were held like this as we were thrown into the caged pit.

Slack, getting my joke, her laughter chimed out. No one else got it, and only earned me a kick to the back of the knee by a guard. I heard Charlie struggle a little more once I was kicked, and I couldn't help but blush a little bit. I mean, it was sweet. He was sweet, I've only just met the guy, and he's already saved my ass once, and is worried about some cop lightly kicking me. We were brought out of the club like scene and into a large Jeep with no roof. Two cops 'covered' us, one was pointing his gun in our direction, the other just watching us.

I took notice of what they were wearing. Riley was wearing a dark blue, long sleeved shirt and dark jeans. Over that he had a dark colored coat, and I noticed a patch on one of the sleeves, a patch of the Canadian flag. Charlie wore what looked like a plaid shirt under an orange sweater with white, yellow and navy blue stripes in the middle. He wore tan pants, and over that he wore a somewhat dirty looking, old dark blue faded coat. And of course his little back ski hat. Or are they called beanies...? Whatever that hat was, I know I would never be able to pull it off.

"Thanks again for saving us Riley, Charlie." I said lowly, and the cops didn't seem to care that we were talking. Since the two cops who were supposed to be covering us were talking about how the zombie Katy Perry was still pretty and 'fuck-able'.

Dude...she's a fucking zombie.

Do you want zombie aids? I know I don't, that's why I'm not going after the zombie Jason Mraz.

What...he's cute.

Anywho, we were all piled into the back of this god forsaken Jeep. Charlie was looking back and forth from Riley, and the window beside him.

"No problem..." Riley muttered back, glaring at the head cop driving the military colored Jeep.

"R-Riley..what they gonna do?" Charlie asked, worry lacing his tone.

Riley shrugged, his bottom teeth tugging on his bottom lip, much like I do myself.

"Don't worry Charlie." Was his only reply, as we pulled up to a dank looking building. We were dragged back out of the Jeep, and into the building, which looked just like a prison. We were led past a front desk, and a few offices and other rooms before we were led down the stairs. After several steps of stairs, we found ourselves facing a long hallway, all lined with cells. Riley was thrown into the first, with Slack in the one across from him. I was thrown in the one along side Riley, and Charlie was in the cell across from mine.

Slack, slumping down on her bunk, ripped off a piece of white and blue stripped sheets, wrapping it around her wounded left shoulder tightly. I took her silent advice and ripped off a piece of my sheet. I wrapped it tightly around my wounded left knee snugly. If I wrapped it too tightly, I wouldn't be able to bend my knee to walk or run normally.

In a world like this, you need to be able to move at all times.

Riley was laying down on his bunk as Slack unzipped her boots, and began wrapping a smoke. Charlie was standing against the bars of his cell, his face up against the metal poles and holding onto a bar with each hand. He sighed, one unscathed cheek ballooning with air before it was huffed out. I sat down in front of the bars, resting my temples against the cool bars, and it helped my ringing head ache. If you looked past the scars, he was actually quiet handsome, and he was very sweet and child like, but somehow still manly. I kept my thoughts about that to myself.

"Hey..Why you twos..why'd the little fat man throw you twos in there..with them things..? Charlie asked slowly, pressing his scarred cheek against a cool metal bar. I heard Slack unzip her boot again, wrapping herself up another smoke.

"Well..for me it wasn't the little man..It was the big man." She sighed, licking her smoke closed and pointing to the ceiling. Both Charlie and I looked up towards the sky, and I couldn't help but let out my thoughts.

"..God..?" I asked, bringing my hand up to finger the one necklace that the guards didn't confiscate from me, the one I was touching was a simple golden chain, with a golden crucifix and a small golden figurine of Jesus. I heard Riley huff, and even if I couldn't see him, I sent a death glare in his cell direction. Back in the before world, I was religious, but not overly religious. I was trying to hold onto that part of me, but it was getting really really hard. ..But it was a part of my from the before world. Charlie was still looking up at the ceiling, his ice blue orb filled with confusion.

"Nah girl...Mr. K." Her soft, but firm voice lulled. "He's got his fingers in everything here. If you can: drink it, shoot it up, fuck it, gamble on it..it belongs to him." She said, finishing wrapping up her smoke. Riley chuckled darkly again, and I saw Slack's dark eyes shoot over to him.

"Neither of you answered the question.." He said, glaring at the cement wall. "He asked you two.."

"We know what he asked." I said, my voice calm but deadly. Slack kept glaring at Riley, but I coughed, asking her to go first silently.

"Mr.K...found out I was helping Mulligan..and his people." She said, and turned to look at me with a nod of her head. Everyone's eyes were on me.

"My cousin kicked the midget."

Laughter from Slack rang out as she dropped her smoke on the cot, clutching her upper arm as she chuckled. Riley sighed again, and Charlie looked at me, with still confused eyes. I guess I needed to say more..go figure.

"Uhm..My cousin..Her name was Kincaide..I-I just called her Key. We..well she was a pro at making the big sky flowers. I was more of a small simple sky flowers, and sparklers and such. I-I'm not from around here. Neither of us were. She came up to the Green around...a year ago. I stayed home, you know..it was pretty safe. Most of the stenches had left, seeing as there was nothing really there for them. Us fleshies stayed in our basements or underground tunnels or hurricane shelters. A few stenches stayed, but we put up electric and barbed fences around us. We were protected on the other side by the bay." I said, stretching out my legs, leaning against the bars.

Charlie's blue orbs were focused on me, as Slack listened to me, her eyes closed and puffing on her smoke. I heard nothing from Riley. I sighed, my left leg stretched out, and hugging my right leg to my chest.

"Uh..Key..she asked me to come up. Ya know..she's the Charlie to my Riley, you could say..always watched my back and I return the favor." I said, and a smile spread on Charlie's face. I had a feeling that Riley was smiling too.

"She told me to come up here..We had to watch each others dumb asses. I came up..5 months ago, started making sky flowers and sparklers with her. The sparklers have some effect, but not as good as the big ones. We..just wanted a night off you know. Closed shop..said that club..great place for a dance, used to go to dance clubs and raves all the time in the before world. Well..we were walking, she stepped out of someones way, and accidentally kicked him..she didn't mean to. Hell, we've got great vision. He was flipping out..and he had us..held back. Sent me to Slack and the tagged zombie's..and shot Key..dead.." I said, looking towards the window. Charlie's smile dropped, and a frown dressed his face and he starred down. I could feel silent tears come to my eyes, not wanting to face Charlie and Slack with teary eyes.

"Some cousin I am..she was my baby practically.." I sniffled, nodding towards Slack.

"..Mr. K..found out I was helping Mulligan and his people..I'm tired of while all we get is the bones..and he gets the steak." She snarled, blowing out O's of smoke.

"Me too..but every place is the same.." Charlie mumbled, his eyes far away. I nodded, my home was like this too..just alot less people. Barley 200. The only good thing was there was alot of sun, and alot of free land to grow food in. There were still people like Mr. K..taking all the best for the 'elite' society from the before world and giving them the best, while the normal people get the lesser.

"Places with people.." Riley said, his tone cold. We all looked towards him, well in my case I looked to my left, where his cell was. Ugh, I hate when someones talking and I can't look them in the face..it's hard to tell if they actually mean what they're saying. Oh, Riley's still talking.

"..Find a place where there's no people..North..Canada.." He said somewhat dreamily. Slack sighed, puffing out more smoke.

"Why would you go somewhere with no people? I'd go crazy with loneliness." I muttered, smacking my fingers against the metal bars, making a low, dull thunk thunk thunk.

"Better alone and insane instead of a zombie." He shot back at me, coldness in his voice.

"Isn't it the same?" I shot back, and I could tell the fight made Charlie slightly uncomfortable. As much as I could tell, Charlie had a powerful loyalty to Riley, and he apparently had a growing loyalty to me, in the short...hour that we've known each other. Seeing I saved him from getting his head blown off by the little midget man. Slack killed the somewhat akward silence, by taking the smoke from her lips and speaking, as smoke rolled out of her mouth.

"Well..if you ever get a way out..'m coming with you." She said, having wrapped another smoke and lit the new one..which I think was the third one since we got here.

"Noo..Riley likes to be alone..He might take me..c-cause he says..having me around is pretty much the same as bein' alone." He said, with a tilt of his head and a little smile on his face. My heart swelled, Charlie was a really sweet guy, maybe a little dim, but he was a sweetheart. A light lit in his eye, as he began to ramble cutely.

"And cause I can make myself usefuull...aaandd...I can shooot.." He said, just like how a little kid would tell you all about all the toys he has. I felt a smile light up on my face.

"I can shoot." Slack said, taking a drag. "And I can be pretty fuckin' useful."

I heard the creaking of Riley's cot's springs, and I guessed that he stood up, and was looking out the window of his cell. Apparently, even though we went down a flight of stairs, we still have windows?..I don't ask questions any more.

"I had training. Was gonna join the army..up at the Green..Till somebody figured I'd be a better hooker than a soldier.." She said harshly, bringing her fag back up to her lips.

(**uhm..guys. Just wanted to say, I'm not dissing on homosexual's by using the term 'fag'. Uhm, in some places, cigarettes are called :smokes, lung spears, fags, ciggs, cancer sticks, glugs, sweet death, ect ect. It's just that I've used the word smoke about..six or seven times, so im gonna switch it up a tad! No disrespect.)

I heard violent thrashing in Riley's cell, and I heard him slap his hands against the metal bars. All attention shot towards the angry man, his voice seething.

"You know what. I don't want to hear any more fuckin' stories. E-everyone's got a story. And an-nd I-I-I'm sick of hearing them." He said, loosing his cool at first, but then his voice slowly came down, and I could feel the apologetic tone his voice took towards the end. Charlie stared, emotionless towards Riley, as Slack stared at him, a dark look in her brown eyes. My eyes turned from Slack towards the floor.

"What's your story.." I asked slowly, my voice blank.

"Yeah Riley.." Slack said, holding her cancer spear in her fingers.

"Nothing...nothing bad happened to me...Till everything changed.." He said slowly, and Charlie bit his bottom lip, staring at me with a glazed over blue orb. I wonder how well his vision is, seeing as I'm not so sure his scarred eye is even useful. Slack looked towards me, putting her smoke back to her lips.

"..Everything changed for all of us.." She mumbled, and Charlie sighed in agreement. I looked towards the window, and I knew that it was going to be dark soon. I brought my crucifix to my mouth, nibbling on the edge. I did that whenever I was nervous, and It wasn't a sign of disrespect or blasphemy, but it was an automatic reaction. Everyone was silent, until we heard the door slide open, and two guards carried in an older looking man.

It looks like..someone punched him in the nose, and he had some blood dribbling down his face. Charlie's eyes widening as he lent further towards the bars.

"Hey Mulligan.." He whispered, and the older man looked towards Charlie as he passed. They kept leading him down the hall, and towards a door labeled 'Interrogation'. I brought my crucifix back up to my lips as I heard Charlie take in a quick uneasy breath. He looked nervous as he looked towards the guards had dragged Mulligan. He seemed pretty upset. He pressed his face against the bars again.

"What they gonna do?...Kill 'em?" He asked nervously, his eyes filled with worry and a twinge of panic. Everyone knew who Mulligan was. He was a great man, with his sick son he traveled around the city, trying to get people to revolt against Mr. K..causing him to get in trouble with the law often. But that wasn't bad enough to get him killed..I hope. I smiled softly at Charlie, shaking my head no. He calmed down a little, but Slack practically shot him back into a worried state only seconds later.

"Not right away. First they're gonna try to get him to talk." She slouched back onto the cot and Charlie looked towards the interrogation room. I sighed, hefting myself up and tossing my ass down on the cot. Charlie didn't move from his place against the bars, and I heard nothing from Riley.

We just were there..in those cells..silent.

In some ways we kept each other company.

Slack tossed me a smoke that she just rolled. I gratefully accepted it, lighting it with my clear lighter and taking a short puff. I looked up to see the worry in Charlie's eyes, directed at me. I looked towards him, sweeping my bangs out of my eyes and staring at him. He motioned his head towards my cigg, in a silent sentence saying he didn't like cigarettes.

Hell if his scars were caused by burns, I wouldn't blame him for hating ciggaretts. Just the smell of fire must make him feel weird.

Being unusually caring, I tossed Slack back the smoke, saying that I just wasn't in the mood. Charlie seemed happy that I'd given it back, and he closed his eyes as he stayed in that same position against the bars. I didn't see any harm in taking a quick nap, and I sat down on the cot, curling up like a cat. I looked up once more to see Charlie's good eye on me, and a soft smile on his face.