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(Adah + Darius)
Adah and Darius dismounted the urban-becoming-suburban roof-- her gigantic protector with much more difficulty than his agile companion-- Adah landed soundlessly into a patch of sand and dead grass, as she turned she saw her valet attempt a roll and he hit the ground, crashing into a wooden fence, disturbing several ornaments, and knocking over a bin of garbage for his trouble. Adah stood over the massive man as he recovered, glancing for any unwelcome company as she brushed the dirt from her.
She deemed it safe enough to return her attention to Darius, still recovering from the leap. Her eyes filled with concern, "That was very kind of you Darius..."
He grunted, reaching out for her hand, "What?"
"Oh you know!" The smirk flicked cruel and the concern turned to scorn as she helped him up, "You trying to draw all those bastards over here instead of the guy who just crashed his fucking car![/color]" With her hands on ever narrow hips, she shook her head and tsk'd "So brave Dare Bear--"
"Shut up."
Her smile widened, "Dare Bear!"
He cringed, beginning to move along the side of the house, toward the street and black plume of smoke that was basically a flare for any dead assholes returned in the area. "Don't call me that, I said."
"Whyever not, Dare Bear!" She followed behind, bringing the savage .270-- her gift from a dying friend-- to a relaxed position. Darius sighed, getting a read of how quickly the area was to become overrun. The two stood at the edge an alley between a townhouse and a chain-link fence overgrown with vegetation and new age trinkets. The wreck wasn't 100 feet away. They had maybe 30 seconds before the first of those shambling asshole came for a buffet. "You're name is 'DARE'ius, and you're--"
"Don't--"
"And you're my big black bear!" Adah chirped.
Darius gazed upward, toward the sky and heaven, in a silent prayer. He could swear the smoke looked like a black hand grasping for paradise. Back on earth, he saw the hands of the dead reaching as they moved nearer to the crashed vehicle. He made a clicking sound, and put back on his well worn knuckles-- more rust than brass at this point-- and took out his glock. "And you're... my brown dyke-bitch." He murmured.
Adah beamed at the man.
Darius' attention never left the cab, "What do you think?"
Immediately her demeanor became steely and serious, "It's gotta suck to be burned to a crisp and eaten alive." She raised her rifle, "Do whatever it takes to get him out of there-- rip the damn door off it's hinges, fuck, I don't care-- we'll see what his deal is if we can get back on a roof." She took a pot shot at what used to be a pregnant woman's knee, "I'll cover you... It's..." She scowled, she shot a shambler in the eye-- he couldn't have been older then 15-- "It's just really got to suck to be eaten alive, man."
~~~
Many hours earlier
~~~
"Bwahahahaha..."
A woman shambles into the back seat of a white BMW-- she's clearly drunk, a tad high, and very arrogant. Of course, the latter trait has nothing to do with the former-- she's always a bit of a bitch. That isn't quite the first thing one notices about her though-- the woman was in a clearly custom-made gown-- worth more than most will make in a year-- and she's practically ripping the thing off. In this vaguely animalistic display one may notice that she's beautiful. Her skin is flawless, and her body type is somewhere between model and professional twerker. Of course, in lieu of nudity as she dons her more practical garb for blending with the night, one is drawn to the glow of her ovular face-- a nearly completely plastic work of art, the most stunning feature is that it looks natural. Mostly. She doesn't have any scar tissue, but it's clear she's had surgery to conceal her real age-- her ovular face is one that is far too picturesque-- almost eerily so, she could have a career as a mannequin if she desired.
Of course-- that isn't what she does.
The woman, a slowly sobering Adah Evelyn Cinet, was practically seen as a goddess in the high-end night club scene. A dealer with a decade of connections and a unique designer product-- everything. Coke laced with ayahuasca? She had it in spades. Shrooms smoked in a hot box? Easy. LSD and happiness? Her specialty. She slang for herself-- and maintained that she is, was, and would always be independent-- but the fact of the matter was, Bloods, Crips, Pirus, Vagos, the Aryans and an unmentionable amount of other groups also sought to do what had made her millions.
And they had guns.
So, she bounced around, utilizing whatever protection the far-left terrorists and gangs would offer her for a cut of her profits. She generally liked the left-leaning gangs, they were less directionless than the business-like gangs, and usually nicer than the far-right guys. Right now she was working with...
She sat up in the seat. She'd been working with Darius for months, and she wasn't sure who he even worked for. It was either for an eco-terrorist group of the Symbionese Liberation Army. She leaned forward, and in her drunk logic began examining the large man's muscles for the seven-headed snake tattoo.
"Adah." Darius turned, "What the hell are you doing?"
Fuck! She'd been caught! Just blurt it out! "I was jusst wonderin'" She slurred, "Are yooouuu in the--- Weather Undergound???"
He cracked a smile, "Close. Black Guerrilla Family, actually."
"Of coursh!" She gave herself an exaggerated slap on the forehead, "Fuck, I knew that!"
"You're drunk." He handed her a bottle of water, "Why do always get so drunk?"
As Adah gladly took a sip of the water-- her response was interrupted by a knock at her window, apparently two girls had followed the pair to the car to kiss Adah a proper goodbye--- how could she turn that down? Afterwards, she leaned forward to look at Darius in the driver's seat. "That's why."
Another chuckle, followed by silence.
Adah squinted at the windshield. "Darius." She broke the silence.
The man paused the reading of his novel, "Yes?"
"Why the hell aren't we going anywhere?"
He went back to his book, "Boss called in a little before you came out, a bunch of idiots tried to sneak on to the grow fields, probably." He flipped a page, "He said to wait a minute before heading back to the Sierra Nevada's, he doesn't want you around if there's shooting." He adjusted his glasses, "But it's nothing."
~~~
The present, a few moment's later...
~~~
Although the pair had safely managed to get the unfortunate man from the ticking time bomb that was that cab before it blew and/or was overrun by the shamblers, he showed no signs of of waking. Darius expressed worry that he may soon turn and Adah found herself in the odd situation of trying to sweet talk an unconscious man back into the land of the living.
She knelt down next to the sprawled man, "Hey, stupid..." She whispered sweetly, "Are you sure you want to sleep through the light show?"
