Unfinished Business

[Adrenaline Earthquake]

(Skipping back in time a little bit here)
-Emilie! Or i suppose i ought to call you Earthquake now. It was rather a shame that our little confrontation happened to be interrupted a couple of weeks ago, but i'm afraid i still have a bone to pick with you, as they say. I'll be waiting at the old base in the South-West of Zone Three, if you fail to turn up here within a week, i will hunt you down. You remember what happened to Alex when he challenged my hunting skills....Right? Oh, and by the way, i am aware of the fight happening at present, so i very much doubt you'll be able to bring any back-up, but if you do, i'll be more than happy leave them chained to something for a bunch of gnashers to eat.

*I pick up my radio and grit my teeth* Fine. I'll be there.

[Adrenaline Earthquake]

*I'm trudging through the desert clutching my radio, waiting to see if i receive another transmission. I've been walking for three straight days now, and i still have that guilty feeling in the pit of my stomach for practically vanishing into thin air and deserting the other killjoys during a fight. Why is the desert so freaking huge anyways!? I'm not even sure where exactly i am, all i know is that i'm going in roughly the right direction.*

-Take your time, why don't you? *The sarcasm is practically bleeding through his every word* Revenge is an art, and you have to be in the right mood to execute it, so hurry up and get over here already, before i come and find you myself.

*RB* Why do you want revenge anyways? I only did what was necessary for my survival....

-My dear, you tried to kill me.

Well obviously i didn't try hard enough then! Or we wouldn't even be having this conversation and i wouldn't be dragging myself across half the bloody desert just to have a second crack at you! *I decide that i should probably stop yelling before i attract the attention of any desert creatures and stuff my radio back into my bag*

[Adrenaline Earthquake]

*I have absolutely no idea how close i am to Zone Three, all i know is that i need to hurry the hell up. I want to get this over with. About a hundred feet away from me i can see a small-ish object partially buried in the sand. I approach with caution, and then gently brush the dirt off when i reach it....It's...Half a bike. Yay. Briefly wondering why it has no handles, or proper frame for that matter, my mind flashes back to a picture i saw when i was underground a few years back. Oh i know what this is! It's a unicycle! My delight at being able to identify the object rapidly fades when i realise that i'm not going to be able to travel any faster, even if i could ride this strange, one-wheeled bike-wannabe. Still, i'll hold on to it anyway, it may become useful for fending off any animals or BLI employees or something.*

[Adrenaline Earthquake]

*No matter how far it feels like i'm walking, i just don't seem to be making any significant progress - and it's absolutely infuriating.
After another fifteen minutes or so have passed, i see a small could of dust rise up on the distance. When the figure gets a little closer it turns out to be a drac on a motorcycle. Not really considering the potential consequences of my actions, i start to try and flag it down by waving my arms in the air and shouting as loud as a can* HEY! OVER HERE! *The bike slows to a halt about ten meters away from me and the drac gets cautiously off. I stand as still as i can, half holding the unicycle behind my back so it's not immediately aparrent that it's there. He starts to pace slowly towards me and everything he says is slightly muffled because he hasn't taken off the helmet yet*
What do you want?
Could you take me back to the city with you?
Well....I suppose so, but if you try anything funny, i won't hesitate to shoot you. Plus, you'll have to give me your gun.
*I hand him my gun without hesitation and as he turns around to get back on the bike, i raise the unicycle up into the air and then bring it crashing down onto the back of the dracs' helmet. It makes a satisfying "Crack" sound and he falls to the ground. I re-holster my gun and lay the unicycle next to him for when he comes back around. He has to get back to the city somehow.....I jump on the bike and speed off, glad to finally be moving at a fast pace.
All too soon i can see the familiar house in the distance. As i get closer, littered across the front yard and the surrounding area, I can also see the bones of animals and quite possibly humans who have been unfortunate enough to have crossed the path of the demented occupant inside*