"But one night someone takes things too far, and Ponyboy's world is turned upside down..."
Taken from 'The Outsiders', by S.E. Hinton.
But one night someone takes things too far, and Ponyboy's world is turned upside down..
You see, as a girl living in a post-apocalyptic world with an isolated group of survivors, someone trying to kill someone else is generally something that merits attention.
"What the hell was that?" Jakob snarls, pushing Cory up against the wall of the gas station they had been stopping in for the night. Alfrid is sitting huddled in a corner, head down and muttering to himself. Dammit.
Ponyboy sighs and walks over, her hand ghosting over the top of her head on the way, still unused to her new buzzcut. "Hey." She crouches down in from of the seventeen-year-old, pushing his shaking hands away from his face. "Al? Can you talk to me?"
There's only quivering, scared silence as an answer.
"Jakob! Get over here!" Ponyboy yells, ignoring Alfrid's flinch at the volume. "Oh for god's sake, leave Cory to Damien and haul your inked-up butt over here." She said, referencing the tattoos crawling down his arms and slathered across his back.
"Take care of Alfrid for me, will you? I'm not in the mood for blood." She stands up, wincing as her knees crack, and pull up the waistband of her cargo pants, listening as her boot crunch into the casually tossed away pop cans littering the floor of the gas station as she makes her way out the door, grabbing her AK-47 on the way.
Stopping outside, she rubs the gritty palm of her hand into her eye.
She's done this before. Been through this routine of getting rid of the extra weight. But never with someone she's traveled with for more than eight weeks.
The sharp bang from inside makes something in her break.