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166 Miles Till Summer.
By dustbunnyadventures

 


Two years later...

The sunlight was blinding, as usual. She opened her eyes to the dusty world of the zones squinting through sunlight and blindly reaching around for her sunglasses. Finding them she slipped them on and yawned loudly, streaching out and realising there was something missing, the body that had been beside her last night was gone. Her head snapped back in to the world as she sat up bolt upright and looked around, he was still there, just sitting up already and tinkering with the radio. God knew what he was doing and frankly Linny wasn't going to ask...he only fiddled with the damned thing when something was worrying him...and he was in a bad mood about it.

Instead she got up, clicked her shoulder and wondered over sitting beside the remains of last nights fire. The wind was already making a good job at covering it up, picking up specks of black ash and blowing them away in to the yellow planes.

“Morning sleepy head.” He said, glancing up from the radio and flashing her a half smile. It was a sad smile, the same one he gave her on the mornings after the world went to shit, which to be honest was more often than either of them liked.

“Morning.” A loud cough, one of those ones that was deep down in your chest and hurt as if someone has taken the wind out of you. The dust did that to you though, if you weren't careful it was going to tear up your insides and erode them away and for the length of time they had bumbed around the desert they were doing well.

She paused for a moment though, watched him closely...the way his dark brown hair fell in front of his eyes when he sat with his head down concentrating on something and working away. Linny pulled the white and black checked scarf up over her neck, the sand was starting to get to her as the morning wind picked up, the easterly trade winds kicking in a blowing unhindered across the vast open space. Linny hated deserts with a deep passion. They were hot, dry enough to make your hands and lips crack and suck the last ounce of moisture out of everything that existed inside its prison. Sliding the jacket off her shoulders she sat in the rising heat in the pale red long sleeved shirt and sat there as he finished off trying to make the archaic piece of technology work.

“I've got some bad news.” He said finally breaking his silence as he sat up and looked at her. Those bright blue eyes scared her sometimes....he could look right though her, and truthfully it freaked her out.

“What?”

“The Killjoys got ghosted last night...” She could hear the disappointment in his voice, and she felt her heart sink a little. It seemed these days they were loosing, maybe they couldn't win? Maybe they were all going to get ghosted and nothing would change at all? To be honest Linny wasn't surprised, they were all fractured, splintered and scattered across the desert and the gangs...well they were just as bad. Hell at least they had agendas but they couldn't put away their differences to actually do anything. Shower of ass holes. Sure they might not have had an affiliation with anyone but at least they did something. It was strange those of them that had turned their backs on being in gangs were more hated than anyone else, BL/ind didn't just detest them but the gangs hated everything they stood for. Kinda ironic right?

“How?” Her voice seemed a little shaken as she searched his face for something more...emotional than the blank look in his face. All she got was a shrug though.

“Radio never said.” Delta's words were short, snappy as if he was in a bad mood, Linny knew him well enough to know he wasn't pissed off, just upset. When he got pissed off you knew all about and God help anyone within a million miles of her when that happened. “I got word over the two way though...Skitters said she wants us to meet her our by Dalwinn Point...Dixie and everyone is going to be there.” His voice seemed serious which was just more worry on top of her head now.

“Are we seriously going all the way out to Dalwinn for a fucking pow-wow? Its on the other side of the zones!” It was a long way to go, it was going to take forever and a half to get there, especially since they were going to have to go the long way aka around the city.

“Its important, she wouldn't have asked us if it wasn't. You know what she's like.” He was trying his damned best to reason with her, if only so it would be a chance that they could see other people. Hell you never really came across anyone out here, hardly anyone was stupid enough to come out this far.

“A crazy bitch!” Linny cried loudly. The woman was a loose cannon, hell she was smart but there was something about her that freaked people out, maybe the fact she seemed to have no sense of fear. Hell she had seen Skitters run head first in to a wall of Dracs and some how come out alive and with all four limbs attached. “I mean for real the woman is batshit. You remember what happened the last time we were around her, we ended up stranded in zone three in the middle of ganglands.” Frankly Linny was not going to do that again, sure BL/ind were scary but sometimes the gangs were even worse.

“Come on Linny she's not that bad, fair enough she's....a character but come on give the woman some credit she's got a long head count to her name.”

“Yeah that's because she's crazy!” At least that was the justification in her head, though everyone had a different view of 'crazy.' “We might as well go, we've got to move soon that sandstorm will sting like hell if we stay here.” It wasn't like they were out here doing anything important...they had just been laying low, because when you were in between ideas it was the only way to avoid trouble. Standing up she dusted herself off and began to clear up. It wasn't out of kindness for the environment it was out of safety it wasn't like you wanted people knowing where you had been. The environment was gone, beyond human salvation and left to nature to repair itself over the next several million years. The toxins, the fall out, the remnants of man leaching in to the sand. One day everything that had been cast to nature and would have been broken down and salvaged for something else but the precious metals, the poison, plastic toxins and the radioactivity had been left to smother nature and tear away the little life that had existed here. Hell, there were some places out here she doubted that even bacteria could survive in...

If the company never got them they sure as hell were going to end up dead from something in the earth.

Kicking sand over the burnt out ashes of the fire she covered it up well enough that you couldn't see it unless you were really damned looking and in this bright expense it was like trying to spot a pin head on the face of the moon with your naked eyes. Bundling up components of whatever it was he was working on in to the back of the car, parked hidden behind the rocks Delta reached in the window and pulled out the large map of Battery City and the surrounding areas. Picking up a few small rocks he spread the map out across the hood of the car and pinned it down. It was covered in pen marks, circles, hand drawn roads marking tracks across the desert.

“Which way do we go though?” Delta asked looking at Linny with a little smirk on his face he leaned back and watched her climb through the back of the car trying to stuff things away.

“Via Zone Five! We need more batteries!” Her voice yelled through the car as he refused to take his eyes off her. They had met a long time ago, way back in the city when they were kids...their parents had been friends and they were always thrown together on 'playdates.' Back then he had hated her with a passion, she threw toys at him and called him mean and he liked to wind her up. Then they grew up, grew apart and were thrown together violently as their neighbourhood burned. As the riots screamed down upon them his father had thrown the two teenagers together and yelled at them to run, never look back and whatever happened, whatever they heard or saw to keep running. Neither of them had ever really stopped.

“Alright, We'll take Route Sabal back in to Zone Five then Palm out towards the mountains on the other side.” It sounded alright to Linny, she tucked a band of brown hair behind her ear and she found the book she had been looking for and settled down in the passenger seat and looked at Delta though the wind shield as he traced the outline of the roads on the map with his finger. She slid down in the seat, put her feet up on the dash and opened the book, she loved to read, she would read anything she could get her hands on which was harder out here than it sounded. Settling down to read it was short lived though, a folded up map smacked her over the back of the head. “Get your feet off the dash of my car or I'll rip them off.” Of course he wasn't serious, the grin across his face and the tone of voice told her that alone never mind actually knowing him.

“Your car? Our car!”

“Yeah, it can be our car when you can drive properly and not like a moron sweetheart.” With that he started the car, she smiled and watched as the desert turned to a blur.

 

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