Danger Days

Battery City

Drip.. Drip.. Drip..

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Drip.. Drip.. Drip..

"Will you shut that damn faucet off already?" a gentle voice snapped. Mikey pulled a pillow over his head and groaned loudly. "We'll lose food again if you guys don't start following the rules."

"Oh, rules, rules, rules! Who the fuck cares about that shit?" Gerard said in an exasperated tone.

"It's not the rules I care about, its the fact that we're gonna lose some meals if you guys don't start dealing with the fact that this is how life is now."

"What if we can change it? It's been three years and we're still absolutely miserable! Come on, guys, lets change life for us. Hell, we may be able to change it for other people, too!" Gerard said.

Frank chimed in, "Honestly, I'm Gee's side, here. He's right; we're miserable. No matter how hard we try, we can't seem to adapt to this shit. It's boring. You can't even go outside during certain hours of the day because 'too much sun exposure could be dangerous.' I doubt a sunburn or two will kill me. Let's fucking do something about this."

Mikey sighed. "I don't know guys. Do you really want to risk your lives just for the sake of fun?"

"Uh, duh. Risking our lives will be the fun. If we can get out, we can get other people out. We can't be the only ones who feel this way about this crap life."

"I'll think about it. Just get me a drink. I'll probably make the better decision drunk."

"You're such a Debby-downer, Mikey," Gerard said as he made his way to the kitchen, even though it was only three feet from the living room.

He poured some alcohol into a glass, but didn't really check what he was putting in the glass. He walked back over to Mikey and handed him the glass.

"Orange squash?" Mikey clarified.

"Yes, I know what you like," Gerard responded sarcastically. "For someone who likes to follow the rules, you sure do like to drink a lot."

"Turning into you, I guess," Mikey retorted as he dropped a soluble vitamin into the mixture.

"That was really uncalled for, man." Gerard flopped down into the chair across from Mikey and Frank.

Mikey's drink suddenly started fizzing.

"That shit is smoking," Frank said.

"It's like some kind of potion!" laughs Mikey.

"Wow, thats like some shit from The Munsters," concluded Gerard. "The stuff that Grandpa would mix up..."

"Yeah.." Mikey looker at his glass for a second, then downed the entire drink in almost one gulp. He slammed the glass on the coffee table, almost hard enough to shatter it. "Let's fucking get out."

Gerard and Frank eyed each other. They were both wondering the same thing; what suddenly drove Mikey to change his mind? They didn't want to question it, though. All they wanted was to get out, no matter what they had to do.

"Alright, let's do this," Gerard said with a smirk.

*****
Hours and hours of planning the escape dragged on. "Guys, I'm feeling so damn hungover already. When are we going to be done with this?" groaned Mikey.

"Maybe you shouldn't have had six glasses of that crap," Frank spat back. "You want out? Fucking pay attention."

Gerard quickly glanced at both of them to make sure they were ready to go over the plan. "Before we do anything, we need to contact Steve. He has all his old radio equipment from a while back. He can give us updates on traffic, incoming threats, and he can help everyone stay motivated.

"Once we know his equipment works, even from miles out, we're going to head for the Capitol. I've heard there's weapons locked up in the basement, in case a rebellion gets through the walls. Considering none of us will do well with hand-on-hand combat, one of us will have to sneak in and steal a guard uniform. Steve can also get us I.D. for a lot of places.

"Steve has some walkie talkies we're all going to have. If we ever have a threat on our hands and we need backup, do not hesitate to call. State your location, if possible, and whoever is nearest will come as backup.

"Once we get down to the weapons vault, call one or all of us to help you gather as many weapons as possible. I think we have a few more people tagging along, so we need as many weapons as possible. Some of the sources I've been to have said that most of the rebels have ray guns, so we need to get most of the weapons that can cover long distances.

"With the I.D. Steve can get us, we should get past the boarder pretty quickly. Never. Break. Cover. We need to keep under the radar, which may be hard considering we're practically running a rebellion. In this escape, we are no longer ourselves. I am now only known as Party Poison, Mikey, you're now only known as Kobra Kid, and Frank, you're now known as Fun Ghoul.

"Once we get out of the walls, we can't have any further planning. We don't know what to expect out there, so just stick together.

Fun Ghoul and Kobra Kid looked at each other. That was a lot to take in, especially for the hungover Kobra Kid. "Okay, I think we've got it," Fun Ghoul said.

"Alright, Killjoys, let's do this."