Diary of a KillJoy

I think about what Mini had stowed away in that brown bag and silent tears pour down my face as I look up at the window and see one of the pictures and keepsakes she had stowed in her mattress. The picture of us six was priceless; it was taken about a month before I went to Agent’s. I was on Ghouls back Giving him a noogie, Mini was on Poison’s Shoulders, Jet was Tied up(a product of me and Mini), and Kobra was on the hood of the car. Desert had taken it a week before the Dracs finished her off. Desert had only been 16. Her parents worked for BL/ind, and her and her 10-year-old twin brothers, had been beaten for refusing to test products. Eventually they had tried to escape. One of her brothers was killed trying to escape battery city, and the other got an infection on the way out and it killed him after a couple of days. Desert was the only one to survive. Kobra had found her, unconscious in Zone 3 and had brought her home with him. After we brought her back to health she had stayed with us a month, before the Dracs caught her. She had fought like Hell and I had killed my first Drac. She was a great loss to us.