She then runs off somewhere. I shake Green's hand and walk to the caravan.
And most likely my death.
I click the pen set it on the table and look at all I wrote. I have all these chapters so far and I have yet to have title names. "Yo! Harper. I need some help!"
She walks in and sits with me. "What's the deal? I checked all these chapters already. You're fine, I like it. It's interesting."
I grunt out. "I just need a title for these chapters. I can't think of anything. Writing books is hard!" I groan.
Haper giggles as she checks the notebook out. "Let's make a deal. I'll make up the chapter titles, you keep up with just the writing. Also, I think you need to get into the more serious side. I think your dream part in the second chapter is cool, but I think you need to get more insightful, people would love to figure out why is your name Dopeman. People would love to figure out your past. Tell, me who were you known as before the bombs dropped?"
"The Dopeman. People would come to me for the drugs. That's all they would ever come to me for. It got to the point where I forgot what my name even was. So it kinda stuck after the Big Boom."
Harper smiles, getting an idea. "Why don't you write about that. Think about what you heard all those years ago. Take your thoughts and write those things down." She stood up and walked to her room, leaving me alone.
I got my pen back and started writing about my experiences. The first thing that came to my head was what the people in San Francisco were saying to me. I jotted down the things that came to mind and the little monologue. I also added the struggle with my name.
...I can't remember, but she helped me. The girl with the white hair. She always said my name...
The girl with the hair. Dani. Dani had beautiful white hair. That was my second favorite feature about her. The first of course being her wonderful, bright personality. I was jotting through my moments on the Soulless Road when I get a knock on the door. I set the notebook down and walk over to open it, seeing a cleaner Kyle Tann. He wore casual rags. His arm was pretty clean, looking relaxed. "Dopeman." He smiled.
"My man, come in." I let him in, he sits down with me. "How did you find out where I live?" I asked after he got comfortable. "How did you find out I lived here?"
"It wasn't hard. You're a popular name."
Oh yeah. I am a popular person now. "Oh yeah. Well welcome, I was just writing."
Tann hummed and leaned back. "Didn't take you for the writing type."
"I'm not. I'm doing this for Harper. She wants me to write this novel so everyone can get the full scoop on me."
"I see. Did you write about me?"
"Not yet, I'm not at that part of the story."
"I'd love to see you write then."
I smile. "Why not? Sure. I'll a few more chapters here." I grabbed my pen and resumed my journey on the novel. I wrote on the fight through Soulless Road...
I spun behind him, shotgun aimed at its head. "Special delivery!" I yell as I send the demon to the hellscape he came from...
...On my stunt against those raiders...
I loaded my high explosive slug in. I shoot at one of the already dilapidated buildings to make one-half collapse. The piece causes the ground to shake violently with a combination of the rubble and glass making a cloud on impact...
...On my crazy night in Southland...
As I look at the sky, a crowd circling to laugh at me and the finally knocked out man, I say to myself one thing:
I'm never drinking again.
...And on my first interaction with (at the time) Major Kyle Tann.
"Dopeman. Aka, Foolish Courier. I heard what you did with those Desert Demons and the raiders. Nice work out there." Tann turns around to shake my hand.
Kyle was silently studying me while I wrote.
"I really sounded like that..." He huffed. I was so full of determination. I was already tired at that point, even. Over time I got worse and worse at hiding it. Once I lost the arm It was all out the window."
"You decided to do things your way."
Tann smirked. "You could say that. Thanks, Dopeman. For everything."
I shook his hand as he stood to leave. "That's what brothers are for, right Tann?"
"Exactly." He walks home.
I sit back down to write. I was getting obsessed with it.
In a few days, I write about my arrival in Arizona...
Arizona has a different feel for sure. There wasn't a lot of sand, just rock and rubble. It was cloudly, with sand falling from the sky instead of rain.
...To my capture...
He kicked me down and aimed his gun at me. Surprisingly, He captures me, putting me in bidings and knocking me out.
...To my tournament...
The time has come. There is no name for the tournament, but the prisoners coined it 'The Tournament of Dogs.'
...And my freedom.
I smile and hug the both of them, seeing those two off.
Great. Now, it's time to find my friends.
I was in the middle of it all, three notebooks deep. Fisher came by one day while I was on break at the bar.
"I read some drafts," Fisher said. "It's so personal, man. Almost had me in tears when I first got through the Dani chapters."
"Yeah, I would've gotten done soon if it wasn't for a massive headache." I looked on with frustration. I hated setbacks.
"This isn't a race, dude. I'm glad you recovered. So, what chapter you're on?"
I finished my drink. "I was talking about heading home after Arizona. I think it would be cool to tell the people about the process of the book. How I made it."
"That would be pretty sick. Glad you could come with me on this date, Dopeman."
"Who said it was a date?"
"You tease me."
We both laugh as we leave. I head home to continue the novel, eventually finishing the book after all this time.
"Haper!" I yelled.
"You're finally done?"
"Yeah. Let's edit."