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I have a rough draft for my final due this week and the final is due next week. My replies will be slow for a bit. Bare with me.
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Stacey jumped when the door opened again. How many people are here? Where are they coming from? It was a man with a deep scar on his face and wearing a suit. He looked condescending. Great. Stacey didn't want to anything to do with this man. He didn't like his vibe at all. The man walked by him, seemed to ignore him, the flat out told him that's not his name. Like what the fuck? Where does he get off saying something like that? There's a possibility it's not the name his birth mother gave him, but it's the only one he knows and will go by. Not much makes him mad, but his name is a touchy subject. Not his fault it's feminine sounding. He doesn't feel like beating this dead horse again, so he keeps his mouth shut. No point in saying anything. It changes nothing. The man went to the jukebox, then turned back to him and apologized while pointing out his anxiety. Even better. A bullshit apology and a calling attention to his flaws. Stacey hates very few people, but this guy was making it on his list. He's never hated anyone this fast. Not even himself, and that was years in the making.

Finally a song played and it took a few seconds through the piano intro to recognize it. The Killers. One of his favorite bands and his favorite album. He swayed to the piano, tapped his fingers through the drums, then strummed his fingers like he was playing his guitar. He learned to play this song a while ago. He hasn't played it in a few years, but the notes came back to him. He closed his eyes mouthed along to the song. He felt like playing now. Maybe after the song was over. He tried to tuned out what the man had to say and focus on the music, but he was hard to ignore. Stacey stopped and opened his eyes, but tapped his foot. Looks like he won't be able to enjoy himself while they chat. He'll come back to the jukebox later and jam out if he can.
Other boys do exist.

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Penny, Zoey, Odessa, that's a pretty name, and Lilith, like the devil's wife. He rotated the names in his head over and over so he didn't forget them. He'll probably be stuck with them for however long it takes to get back home and he doesn't want to cause any trouble or offend anyone, because he forgot their name. Penny, Zoey, Odessa, Lilith. Nothing complicated. Should be easy to remember. He looked at the girl with the beret. She hasn't introduced herself yet and he kinda doesn't want to either for fear of having everyone's attention on him, but he also doesn't want to be the last one to do so either. People remember the last to go better than the first or anyone in between, so he opens his mouth the slightest bit, licks his lips, and introduces himself.

"I'm Stacey. Stacey Gray." He kept his voice low and waved, then gripped his guitar case again, face red, heart racing, chest full of nerves, his breath feels a little labored. His anxiety never went away, but he's doing his best not to tailspin into another one. He needs the attention off of him, so he looks at beret girl and quickly asks, "What's your name?" Next please. Stop paying attention to him.



In-Ah ducked behind the broken wall of the building that used to be next door when the Boyz shot off bullets. A most of her lil' sluggers were destroyed by bullets, but four, three out there and the one she kept with her. Through their eyes she saw the idiots shooting themselves up. Fucking asshole came here to cause trouble, but they weren't shit. Green lightning shot out of the window, she pulled her hand back, pulling her lil' sluggers to her just in time for plants to shoot up out of the ground and grab the Boyz. Fuck. She looked up at the window it came out of and saw Nakala. She's in deep shit when this over. She forgot, plan first, then attack. Well, can't do shit about it now. What's done is done, but it isn't all bad. She stood, ready to go out again when the street suddenly exploded.

"What the fuck was that!" She curled into a ball on the ground and used her lil' sluggers to protect her from falling debris. The explosion sounded like the day of the earthquake where a gas main exploded and took out several blocks. She got trapped under cement, but dug her way out with her lil' sluggers. She hoped that doesn't happen again. She's not claustrophobic, but if she gets buried again it might be a new phobia.

The sound of motorcycles revving away from them. She set a lil' slugger out to watch them drive away. Not a single left behind. Good. It brought back her crowbar, then she stood up, dusted off the rock and dirt. Great. Her outfit's fucked. That's fine. She has dozens more like it. She set away her lil' sluggers, then crept back the gang's building, but she didn't enter the way she came out. Instead, she want around the side to where her window was four floors up, and floated up to the second floor. too bad she couldn't go any further. She grabbed onto the sill on top of the window and stood on the lower one, then floated up another two floors to her window. She opened it and slipped inside. If she needs to avoid Nakala as long as a possible. She wasn't in the mood for another bitching and maybe she can attempt to get some sleep. She flopped onto her bed and closed her eyes. This time nothing interrupted her sleep. Good.


Belen hefted the gun onto her lap, using the couch as back support just encase she had to shoot a group of people. First to die is the bitch with the busted shoulder.

"Oh, great. You're back. Well," she kept her finger on the trigger. "You're all staying right there. If you move from that spot I'll shoot you. Best be glad I didn't do that when you came through the door."

"Srta. please." Cruz nudged her in the arm, but she shrugged him off. Because of them he got hurt. Meaning, they're no friends of hers. Fuck them.

"Every alright?" Gregorio asked, back from pulling the truck in the garage, gun aimed at the newcomers. As far as he's concerned, if it's not his people, Jane and her step-dad, everyone else is a threat.

"Just peachy. Be a dear and get first aid for Cruz. He's probably dying." Gregorio sighed and went into the garage. It was just as secure as the rest of the house, which was good or they'd be ass out of supplies. He got the large red case from the trunk, closed it back, and carried it into the living room. He opened it and got to work on Cruz's shoulder. He put on gloves, poured peroxide into the wound, then stitched it up. Cruz breathed in sharply, but he didn't make any other noise than that.

"I'd give you something for the pain, but..." he motioned to the new group. They had to stay alert. He wrapped up the wound, then handed Belen the bandage wrap to keep in her bag, before he carried it back to the garage. She put the bandage in her bag, then handed the gun back to Cruz.

He's fortune he got hit in his left arm and not his right. He aimed the gun at the crowd and kept an ear out for the noises outside. It wasn't the same as back home where they bunked in the panic room during the night. He felt exposed. He looked at Belen, she seemed calm and collected. Break a nail, she freaks out. Someone talked shit about her on social media, she'd end their career. She gets dumped first, and she's out for blood. But monsters take over the world, nothing, nada, it's just another Tuesday.

Gregorio came back with waters, chips, and a bag of fruit. He got Cruz situation with his snacks and water, then handed two bottles, two chip bags, and apples to Jane and her step-dad, before he took a seat next to Belen, gun aimed for the next sign of trouble.

Belen rolled her eyes, because of course Gregorio would feed these two nobodies. But they haven't irked her yet, so they probably deserve some type of reward for that, especially since the man had Gregorio's back out there. Good enough for her. Three adults on the couch was crowded though, God she needed her space, but she's safer where she is. She pulled her feet up against her chest and pulled out a protein bar. She needs to eat while it's still early. Just cause it's the apocalypse doesn't mean she can skimp out on her diet.



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Belen stomped her feet on the ground. Why did this have to happen? Couldn't just find a fucking house with a shower and relax. No. She had to deal with a crazy white chick with a death wish, and two idiots that thought smashing a rock through her car was a good idea. She was done. Just fucking done. This isn't her job. She shouldn't have to deal with this shit. She wants to go home, back to San Diego and stay locked in her house and wait for her mother to come home. Not be out here in the desert with a bunch of weirdos from the gutter!

"The sound of you voice is grating my ears." She pistol whips the girl, then kick her in the face just because the bitch is ugly and pissed her off. "I'm out." She storms away back to the house, Cruz follows behind her, never taking his gun off the three with Gregorio pulling up the rear. Once they clear the threshold, Gregorio locks the door behind them. "And who are these two? Are they with them?" Belen points to the father-daughter duo waiting by the door.

"That's Jane and her drunk step-dad. They seem like good people." Gregorio pulled the gun he took from them out the back of his pants and hands it back to the man, trusting his intoxication won't cause him to do something stupid. "We'll be sharing the house with them."

"Right." Belen shook her head, because she didn't care anymore. As long as they stayed the fuck out her way, they could whatever the hell they wanted.

"Srta. can you take Cruz to the bathroom and help him tend to his wound. I have to pull the truck into the garage." Then he turns to step-dad. "I need you to cover me. We have a vehicle with supplies we'd be willing to share, while we wait out the night, then we'll be out of your hair once the fog clears." Gregorio went to the garage door off the kitchen and pressed the button on the side to let the door up. He held his gun up, crouched down, and ran to the car furthest from the girls he encountered before. He hoped they wised up and won't try a repeat.

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Belen helped Cruz to the bathroom on the first floor. He placed his gun against the sink and did his best to wash his hands. "Srta. I need you to create a tourniquet and tie it around my upper arm to staunch the blood flow, so I can pull this knife out."

She grimaced. That's disgusting. She doesn't even want to handle her period blood. How's she supposed to deal with someone else's blood? Still, she did it anyway and went to get her purse from the living room where she left it, then came back with a LV handkerchief and tied it twice around his arm, tight.

"Gracias." Cruz took two deep breathes, then pulled the knife out slowly. He grunted behind his teeth, a dizzy spell hit him, but he stayed up right against the sink. He threw knife on the counter and took a look at himself in the mirror. He was a hot mess. Blood and sweat stained his white t-shirt, and he looked a little pale. "Do you have a lighter?"

Through the whole thing she couldn't look. Just the sound of the blade sliding through flesh and the metallic smell of blood made her gag. They should've stayed in San Diego. "Why would I have a lighter?" She dug around in her purse anyway. Nope. "Nada."

"Fuck." He grabbed a towel off the rack and held it to the wound. "We'll have to wait for Gregorio to pull the truck in." In the meantime, he motioned for Belen to grab his gun. She stared it.

"You want me to carry that?" He nodded. "Hah. You're funny. It weighs half as much as I do and the kickback on that will knock me off my feet."

"I didn't say you had to shoot. Just carry it for me. Por favor, Srta?" Belen sighed, stomped her feet again, because she didn't want to, then picked up the gun anyway and dragged to the living room following behind Cruz. He sat on the couch, breathing kind of labored and looking worse by the minute. He better not die on her or she's going back out the kill that bitch.



In-Ah stood in front of the bathroom mirror brushing her teeth to get the stale taste of alcohol out of her mouth. There weren't as many raves happening since LA went to hell, but there were a few and they were more fun now that the cops can't be called. She should be sleep, but she's too wired to shut her eyes even though she looked like she slept in her clothes from the night before. Hair messy, makeup fucked up, her neon yellow crop top and matching tight mini skirt were rumpled, and her white faux fur coat hung around her elbows. Her head hurt from too much liquor. Shit. She spit in the sink, rinsed her mouth out, then left to go to her room down the hall. Other members were doing fuck all, as long as they didn't bother her she didn't care. If they had plans, she hoped it wasn't until later. Maybe she can attempt to get some sleep.

In-Ah closed her door and was about to flop on to her old mattress when gunfire shot out down the street, then stopped in front of their base. God fucking.

"Aaahhh!" She yelled, grabbed her crowbar just encase, and stomped out the door. She's gonna kill 'em. She stormed down the hall, down the stairs, then out the door with ten of her Puppets trailed behind her. Her hair color changed from platinum blonde to neon blue and her eyes from black to vibrate green. Yoko and Jack were in front of them, she used two Puppets to push them out the way, and the other eight to grab debris. She used her Puppets to drop rocks, drywall, whatever was laying around on top of them. She handed a free Puppet her crowbar and sent it to go to town smashing faces, chests, whatever the fuck it hit. She kept one by her side.

"Yah! Fucking GameBoy, Joystick motherfucker couldn't do this shit some other time!"
@Ghost Note Badass. I like it. I'll add it to the sheet. Thank you!


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"Yeah, I'll decline. None of you are my type." Cruz said. He wasn't put off by the girl's offer. The same was made to him during his service decades ago. People'd do anything to save their lives. He knew a few men that would take it in a heartbeat, but he wouldn't do it. It was his job to protect his country and now it's to protect Belen. Nothing would distract him from that.

He saw the girl pivot before the knife left her hand. He shifted to take the hit in the arm, because if he moved Belen would get hit instead. "Aw, shit." The blade dug deep into his shoulder, his grip on the gun loosened, but he didn't drop it. He just had to hold it with one hand and prop the butt on his shoulder to stabilize it.

Belen saw him get hit like it slow motion. Her heart stopped. In all the years he'd protected her, she's never seen him hurt. It was always other people that thought they could fuck with her that took the damage. Hell no. Fuck that.

"You bitch!" She stepped from behind Cruz and shot the white girl in the shoulder. The bullet cracked from the gun and echoed in the emptiness of the desert. An eye for an eye. She got close enough to be just out of reach for the girl and aimed at her head. "The next time you move it'll be between the eyes." She looked at the other two. "That goes for you too."

Blood ran down Cruz's arm. He was losing too much. Gregorio needs to get out here now. "I'd listen if I were you. She kinda loco." He motioned to the guns in front of the other girls. "Kick those this way. Don't need either of you doing anything else stupid." Out of his periphral vision he saw a girl a ways off looking a deer caught in headlights with a golf club in her hands. "You're better off staying there." He called.

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"Someone sent off our car alarm. Just checking you two aren't in on it."

Gregorio was relieved they didn't have anything to do with what was going on. Now he can go help his compadre and Belen. He kept his gun up, but approached them and bent down for the gun while they argued. A gun shot rang out. He stuck the gun in the back of his pants.

"Stay here you two." He ran down the stairs and out the door, gun ready for a fight. Cruz was bleeding with a knife stuck in his shoulder and Belen had her gun pointed at a girl with a bullet wound. Now he knows where the noise came from. Good. They weren't dead. There were two other girls with their hands up and one more distant from them. He approached them, gun trained on the other two.

"You okay, Cruz?"

"Good, hermano. Crazy girl with the knives got me."

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