Generation Nothing *A Fabulous Killjoy Tale*

I Believe We're The Enemy

Today is another Station day. Excellent timing, because Kid and I are down to out last few Cans. Who knows? Maybe we will get lucky and there will be more than Cans this time. Perhaps there might be other rations. A few months ago, there was dried fruit at a newer Station. Dried fruit. We could hardly believe our luck. Sure, dried fruit doesn't have as much nutritional value as the protein-packed sludge in the Cans, but they do taste damn good in comparison.

After hitting the last stop, an old daycare I believe, the Station is in view.

The other Runners and I stop about a few hundred metres away from the entrance of the abandoned BL Ind. Some of our braver folks start searching for a Logo. We find three. One I recognize from a while back. A former member of our group. Jet Star. I can still faintly remember when he left. People were scared. He had been a member for five years. But when a Killjoy becomes a Fabulous Killjoy, they normally move to the front line reserves. He was of our best. Jet Star also was a Sprinter, leaving his Logo where he discovered Stations. A little faced, light blue star, with a tiny lightning bolt protruding from its right leg. I can't imagine if he would have gotten caught. It's risky. But Sprinters have it easy compared to the Fabulous Killjoys.

Sometimes I wonder what my Logo would look like. I'm not a real Killjoy. I'm here for survival purely. They wouldn't kick me out, because I'm a Runner, but I don't have a real identity. Perhaps if this war continues, I dream that one day I'll become a true Killjoy, and maybe even a Fabulous Killjoy.

Finishing my daydream, I begin to follow the people in front of me. Cyanide Victory is in front of me, Hype Lion behind me. Kid is also at the back of the group. He shouldn't be. He should be in the center with me. Kid isn't even a Killjoy either being only five years older than myself, only nineteen, so he needs to be protected.

I hang back as the others sneak on, behind some woods. As soon as I am in earshot, I realize that Kid is talking to someone. Atomic Grimace. He's a Fabulous Killjoy. He doesn't talk to anyone, he's there to supervise missions and appoint Killjoys.

He's not.

No.

No way.

Kid's only nineteen. It's probably a question about our group. How many are accounted for, et cetera. No big deal. Just business.

When the conversation ends, I have only heard a bit.

"You will receive everything through the vine. We believe you will serve us well."

"It will be an honor, Sir." Kid's voice answers with confidence. You would think his voice would be shaky, but he is strong.

What the hell will be an honor?!

As soon as Atomic Grimace walks away, I immediately approach Kid, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.

"Hey, what's up? Who were you talking to?"

"You were eavesdropping. Learn how to hide, you pitiful excuse of a Runner." He smirks.

I sigh in defeat. "What did Atomic Grimace want?"

The look that Kid gives me tells me exactly what I don't want to hear. I won't accept it, if it's true. His face is apologetic.

"I think you already know." Kid says quietly, leaning against a tree. People pass us by, on the way to the Station.