𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 [𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

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"Oh sweet mama, is that what I think it is?" Helena yelled. We had been walking for hours, not seeing any buildings or cars or anything.

She ran over to a sleek black car parked next to a telephone wire pole. The wires were gone, but the pole was still there.

"Fucking finally. My legs feel like they're gonna fall off," Roxy complained.

"I hope they do. Weekes, get me the jumper cables," Helena said. Weekes dug through her bag and tossed her some jumper cables.

"Uh, guys?" Joyce asked. She was staring at a piece of paper attached to the flag pole.

"What the hell..?" (Y/n) asked, taking the paper down.

"Well, what is it?" Helena asked. (Y/n) held up the paper, and it was shocking.

It was a wanted poster, and it had photos of all of us on it.

"This doesn't make sense. How did they get these photos? What is the purpose of putting up wanted posters when everyone is dead?" Joyce rambled.

"BLIND has snipers in almost every town across the country," Roxy said.

"Woah, woah, woah. What are snipers?" I asked.

"Killers. People they send to kill bitches," Weekes said.

"That's how they keep knowing where we are. The snipers must find us and then attack us," Roxy said.

"That makes sense," I said, taking the paper from (Y/n). It said:

WANTED: THE "KILLJOYS"
DEAD OR ALIVE
REWARD $1,000,000

"One million dollars?" Joyce asked in shock.

"I didn't know I was worth that much," Weekes said sarcastically.

"It's all of us as a unit, bitch," Roxy said.

"Why are you so pissy today?" Helena asked, walking back to the open hood of the car.

"My feet hurt, I'm hungry, and I've had to piss for the past two hours," Roxy whined.

"Okay, and? We all feel that way, but you don't see us complaining," Weekes said, narrowing her eyes at Roxy.

If any one of us were to get killed off, I hoped it was Roxy. She went from getting on my nerves to being genuinely a shit person. She thought we had a 'Mike and Max' relationship, but no.

My relationship with Max was purely sarcastic comments, but we were genuine friends. Me and Roxy were not friends. Not even close. I would never do that to myself.

"And.... there we go!" Helena said, dragging out the A in 'and'. The car's engine started as Helena and Weekes shared a high five.

"Alright gang, who's driving?" Joyce asked.

"Weekes normally drives," Roxy said.

"Man, I'm really tired, can someone else drive?" Weekes asked.

"I'll drive," I said.

"You have a license?" Joyce asked.

"I, uh, have a permit. I don't really think it matters," I said with a shrug. I climbed into the driver's seat and placed my hands firmly at the wheel.

"I call shotgun," (Y/n) said with a smile.

"Why do you get shotgun?" Roxy whined.