3 months later-
Man, I wish I had a partner again. I think remembering Padded Nails my old partner in crime. She was great and a really good shot. She was the only person I ever let drive the Vintage Inhale -a.k.a. my red pickup truck- and she's the only person I've told my real name...
I snap myself out of it and blare Fall Out Boy. Hey, even if the apocalypse is upon us in need my 2000s Rock.
In the middle of Dead on Arrival I hear a scream so loud that it hurts my ears, and I have the windows up and Fall Out Boy playing.
I veer off the road towards the scream and stop the music. It's a girl with sholder-length Bubblegum Pink hair, a Fall Out Boy tee, and ripped black jeans. She is completely surrounded by dracs. I grab my keys, jump out of the V. I. and run towards her shooting as many dracs as I can. When I get close enough I see she doesn't have a gun. She has a light sword. I've never seen one before but it's supposed to act as a laser.
When we've killed all the dracs she says, "Woah, aren't you Ghost Candy!"
"Yeah." I say.
"You're famous among the Killjoys. You're the best shooter we have." She smiles her face going as pink as her hair.
"Thanks" I smile back. "You're good too. Where'd you get the laser thing?"
"Oh." She says, "I made it."
"That's awesome. How well can you shoot?" I ask.
"Pretty good, but not as good as you."
"Thanks. Well, I could use someone like you."
"What?" She says dumbfounded.
"You wanna join me?" I ask.
"Yes!" She answers immediately.
"Ok. Let's go." We walk to the V. I. "This is my truck, the Vintage Inhale." I say. We get in. "Also, I forgot to ask, what's your name?"
"Oh. I'm Toxic Pop." She smiles.
"That's cool." I say. "It suits you." I say as I drive back to the road.