A Long Road to Fortune/Issue 36

This is the sixth and final issue in Volume Six of A Long Road to Fortune, concluding Chapter 2 of the story. It is titled Let The Smiles Last.

Issue 36
Clouds of dust are left behind by a speeding Hummer, as they disappear and leave deep tire tracks. Scorpion and El Kanguro have since abandoned the main road and detoured through the dry dirt and plants that surround the town of Tenexpa. Avoiding it is something they want to accomplish, the general public of Tenexpa needs not to know about any exterior activity, beyond those walls Don Tucan has kept up, well, and preserved so well for them. The hummer drives deeper into the forest’s well-secluded dirt road. The duo continues to drive for a while and the road eventually ends. But as such, El Kanguro drives off in a different direction, fitting the Hummer right in between a path of trees. Few groseros are seen on the way there but they all uselessly lag behind the vehicle, one they couldn’t ever dream of catching up to even if such beings could still dream.

Gigantic, boisterous wooden walls come into view, their tops being bloody stakes. The Hummer circles a few trees and makes a few laps into and around a small fence, eventually reaching the main gate to the large estate. The Hummer stays parked before it, and Scorpion promptly exits the vehicle, slamming the vehicle’s door shut behind him. He casually approaches the gate until he is in direct contact with it. Scorpion simply kicks the gate with energy and waits a few minutes, tapping his foot impatiently throughout the ordeal of waiting for service. The gate just needed to be opened by one of the many guards behind it, but it always takes a few minutes for them to do it. Scorpion sighs as he continues to wait.

“Puta madre...always takes too damn long to get this gate opened. Come on cabrones!” Scorpion expresses himself, kicking the gate once more as if to tell them “put the pedal to the metal.” He can hear laughing behind the gate and Scorpion sighs ever harder.

It takes only one more second to get these slob guards to open the gate. Despite the fear and respect they hold for Scorpion, they still think it’s a good idea to fuck with him.

“If I ever catch one of you alone, I’ll hack your dick off.” Scorpion rages. The guards raise their arms in defense and nod.

Scorpion, still greeting his teeth, arches his head back to El Kanguro to command him and he complies, because soon the vehicle is driving past the open gate. The vehicle drives slowly to the large property, belonging to their boss, a shady fellow indeed. Scorpion walks slowly side by side with the vehicle, maintaining that professional yet serious look in his face. If one didn’t know better, they’d say Scorpion was out for blood but...no. This is the man’s usual expression. Perfect for the ruthless image of fear that the cartel demands out of the general populus. In fact, much of the cartel’s power comes from that very word. The word fear spoke many levels, delved many layers, and ripped into the souls of many people...

El Kanguro parks the Hummer close to the front door of the estate, and man is that door something to behold. Don Tucan’s estate is a tall building worthy of a technical accolade, tons actually. The mix of peach and brown colors painting the exterior of the home give it such an elegant finesse and the aztec decorations, as well as luxurious deck chairs and picnic tables made the front lawn stand out. All the way to the ruby and granite pathway of the porch. Fine, primed rosewood is what the door is made out of and the door knob shines and reflects Scorpion’s face. He stands next to Javier and Scorpion proceeds to knock on the door only twice. No more, no less.

Few moments later, the luxurious door opens and a beautiful young woman is revealed emerging from behind it. She possesses some fine, silky black hair that gives Liza’s a run for her money. This, coupled with a great curvy body and supermodel good looks, make her a blessing on the eyes. The formality of her attire is caught in a split second, as the blood red dress she wears is nothing short of elegant. It’s tightness shows off much of her well-kept body. That, along with the finest high heels Tenexpa has ever had the pleasure of having. This true, sincere, unadulterated beauty of a woman is none other than Telma Naipes, daughter of Don Tucan. El Kanguro plants his sights on her for a split second before looking down. She deals with Scorpion now when the verbal exchange commences.

“Fernando, Javier…” she looks at him worriedly. “Where are your guns?”

“They got nabbed. The boss needs to know this before you.” Scorpion replies in a strict tone.

“Suuure just don’t make me regret asking.” she rolls her eyes. “Well, come on in…” Telma says, stepping to the side. Scorpion keeps his head and mug up as he steps in. El Kanguro remains looking down.

“Thank you, Telma.” Scorpion appropriately says. No “hot stuff”, no “mami”, no beauty, no derogatory term to refer to her. Just Telma. She is the boss’ daughter and that demands it.

“Javier…?” she urges him. El Kanguro looks up at her for a second.

“Take that bandana off, please.” she says annoyed, quite clearly. El Kanguro returns to looking down, ignoring her request. Telma sighs slightly, knowing any interaction between the two isn’t going to happen. So instead, Telma opts to turn to Scorpion.

“Be a dear for once and tell my dad I’m going out to town.” Telma states, with a sweet voice. “I’ve got things to do…and I need room to breathe.” she says this last part looking at El Kanguro, who by now has his back turned to her.

“Sure, whatever.” Scorpion says uninterested. Telma frowns slightly, eyes open wide. Soon, she turns back around and shuts the door behind her.

Walking down to the gate, the many guards pay their respects to Telma and bow their heads briefly. They greet her respectfully and she greets them back the same way. These men may want to say more “affectionate” words to her, but don’t. They can’t. Telma soon steps into a cherry red Honda and places her seat belt. She signals for the gate to open and the men comply in an instant. Revving those car wheels, Telma safely exits through the front gate and drives in a seemingly random direction past some trees. As the car continues driving, Telma reaches a small dirt road that, going one way, reaches the beach dubbed “Michigan”, but...Telma chooses to drive the other way, where eventually she’ll enter the walls of Tenexpa.

“She’s...something.” Scorpion says confused. “Bitches, man.” he adds. El Kanguro shrugs in reply, but he doesn’t look to happy behind that bandana, just sad.

The duo walks deeper into the luxurious home, pacing up the stairs. Out of all three floors, their course is due for the third and tallest. Their footsteps do nothing to even disturb the beautiful wooden floors, primed once again to perfection. The third floor is aptly decorated; busts, paintings, plants, and other cultural ornaments decorate the walls of the third hallway. All in all, seven doors also accompany the hall, three on each side. But, the seventh and final door leads to the end of long hallway, and the paint job on the door capitalizes on it’s importance. Not to mention the two pillars standing one on each opposite side of it. This door is where Scorpion and El Kanguro are both headed. Their steps continue to be light, professional, until they’re finally there at the door. Scorpion and El Kanguro hesitate to open it for a second.

“Here goes fuckin’ nothing right?” Scorpion asks.

“Yeah…” El Kanguro replies. By now, he’s back to his usual emotionless face.

A second later, the door knob is turned and light shrouds them. Soon, they step through it. But who could’ve told ya? They know this is no light they’re stepping into…

Inside of this abnormally large room, is a council. Indubitably, this is a meeting room and a round table is set there but it’s cut down by the bottom, creating a small pathway to the center. But the table itself is not at all important, rather, the people seated in it.

While there are many empty seats, fit for those capos that made up the Costa Grande Cartel, there are only three men seated near the decorated chair, a “throne” of sorts. These three men are the only known surviving capos of the Costa Grande Cartel. They all vary in shape and size, and their appearances vary from intimidating...to really not at all. But hey, the three of them demand and command respect from everything around them, as they are all old dogs who’ve made it this far. Not just in the game or the undead realm...but just life. Their life expectancy has been way much more than simply “outlived”.

One of these three men is short in temper and one glimpse can tell you everything you need to know. He is terrifying, and he is furious. This man, unlike Telma, is all but easy on the eyes...if you stare too long, you never know. He might just snap and shoot ya, and just comb his graying hair right after he does. This is a sub-capo that used to operate in vicinities near Iguala, “el Peligroso” Silvestre Salmón. What he appears to lack in brain will get to you, and get you killed.

The second man is much more handsome and also much more calm. But this also not something you want...as this calmness only makes him that much more calculating, cold, and all that dangerous. He holds a gray stubble that prompts him to rub his chin with frequency. This littl chin rub is the last thing many people see before they’re executed, and the look that accompanies it is cold, shooting right through you and paralyzing you there and then. His short gray hair also goes well with the graying hair of Silvestre. This man is the sub-capo known simply as Claudio, but you may also heard him called by his full name, Claudio Ignacio Mata. I mean, he even literally has death within his last name!

Last, but sure as hell not least is a man that’s been terrorizing the region for decades. He sits in the previously mentioned throne of sorts. Where the wind takes his name, violence and death follow. Few men have had the stunning audacity to try to take his life, only the best police and hired guns Mexico has to offer...but none could even get close to the man. He is the oldest of the three and really the least intimidating going by looks alone. Instead of dressing professionally for such a job like his sub-capos, his attire is simple and casual. A hawaiian, buttoned up shirt and a pair of light brown pants are what he wears instead of a slick suit, and his bald head is concealed by a khaki-colored fedora, all the while a simple pair of sunglasses conceal his eyes. A cane leans next to his seat and the man looks up at his returning hitmen with a smile. This is the same man that is responsible for many of the hardship the Tecpan Safe Zone has faced. The attempt on Ashton’s life, the loss of Mendoza’s right eye, and the pain and agony the citizens of not only Tecpan put up with. All bow down, all pay respect to this man. We welcome you with open arms, Don Tucan.

Don Tucan stands up quite sluggishly, using the railings of the throne to support himself. When he achieves his footing, he reaches for his cane. Slowly, he moves toward both men who stand by the door. He completely ignores two of his other hitmen, who lean on the back corner wall of the room.. They’re not nearly as threatening as El Kanguro or Scorpion, but they get the job done almost as well. Their names are Tuco Rivas alias “Shaman” and Martin Solis “La Punta”. They keep respectfully quiet, knowing that their boss is about to speak.

Scorpion and El Kanguro are now face to face with Don Tucan, not confused at all by the fact that he’s looking content. By their lack of weapons, Don Tucan is quick to tell that they’ve finally been spotted by Mendoza, a name Don Tucan’s been trying hard to put to rest for the past decade.

“Boys...I assume they know. You do not need to tell me this.” he speaks. His tone of voice is rather slow and calm... but also incredibly sinister, terrifying,, despite the grogginess that comes with his old age, coupled by the man’s naturally husky voice.

“Yeah, we messed up boss. They spotted us but as much as they would’ve loved ta’ kill us...they couldn’t.” Scorpion respectfully reports. Don Tucan takes only a split second to think before nodding.

“I see. I guess it cannot be bothered. Both of you did an outstanding job spying on them for as long as you did. It was only an amount of time before they caught on.” Don Tucan smiles. Scorpion’s expression is shrouded by confusion.

“Wait-- you wanted us to be smoked out?” Scorpion asks. Don Tucan nods.

“Mendoza needs to know, to finally get himself set straight on a goal.” he goes on to say. “Now, he believes in a fighting chance and he will strive for it. When we arrive...we will crush his pride.”

“Is that so?” Claudio speaks from his seat in the council. “That’s a cold way of seeing it. That’s why I serve you sir.” he adds a respective wink.

“But of course. Once we have attacked, we will show them why we are above the law and above the gods in this putrid country…” he plants his cane down on the ground. “I want him to watch the fall of his own empire.”

“Look the world is dead so why not just shoot the puto’s face the first time you see him? Fuck, you kno’ you want to empty it on his face as much as me. He might nat’ even see it coming.” Silvestre intervenes. Don Tucan turns back to acknowledge his sub-capo, but still he’s devoid of anger or even just a tiny bit of frustration.

“The art of war, Silvestre, is not just the splattered trail of men you leave dead by your hand, but-- also the pride you tear and destroy. Death is a blessing for such men, one they do not deserve…so you see, just because life reached a ceasing point, does not mean the same for who we are” he finishes.

“Hmm yeah, okay. I like that better too.” Silvestre speaks.

“So sir...wadda we do from here?” Scorpion asks.

“Let them have one final date to rest easy...the holidays are their’s to enjoy. In the mean time, we gather more inhumans, the nastier ones.” Don Tucan orders. Scorpion and the rest nod, all save El Kanguro, who has been listening intently the entire time yet quiet.

Don Tucan turns to him. El Kanguro feels the weight of his piercing look on him, but by now he’s used to it. A lifetime of it, in fact.

“Javier...I want to know how you feel about this.” he goes on to say. El Kanguro finally does it, he respectfully removes his bandana and reveals his true identity. Not a single scratch, unharmed by the horrors of life. The complete embodiment of stoic.

“I agree with the idea...boss.” El Kanguro says. He’s been practically raised by this man, showed the ropes of life and taught the way to be by him...but even then he cannot bring himself to call him a father. Don Tucan is only the father to one person after all, and it’s to be understood why El Kanguro can never see him as such. The man is his mentor, and that’s as far as he is willing to take it.

“Good. Your point of view is important to me, boy.” Don Tucan says. He returns to his seat before looking down.

“Their last hurrah’, they better spend it well…” he comments.

El Kanguro nods to the man, who looks back up to the room. The storm is coming…

Agonizing sweat drips down Sandra's forehead, all the way down to her chin. Once there, the sweat either continues to drag down her neck or simply topples below onto to the reanimated corpse. Sandra is completely under pressure and not only scared for her well being, but Max's as well. The monstrosity lies restrained-- but the mutation could free it, if the strength is augmented after all. Mendoza has trusted Sandra in discovering more of these creatures and how they function. They've become all but scarce over the course of a few months. Sure, none were at risk of stumbling upon the safe zone walls anymore..but ignorance no longer equals bliss.

Max stares at his own mother making incisions and essentially removing the beast's bloated organs. The grosero does not move, and it doesn't squirm, not even a groan. Yet, its yellow eyes are attentive and open. Maybe being restrained for so long altered them, and it's something Sandra has taken note of. Sandra sees the growth and thickness of these “mutated” organs but still can't make heads or tails of it. After all, she's no scientist, just a nurse with years of experience and some level of confidence...but, no one else can come close to knowing why this happens except for her or Gustavo's medics. Mendoza however, entrusted only Sandra for this duty. Secrecy is needed for now.

Max isn't really perturbed by the whole operation himself. After all, he's seen a few operations like these in textbooks and at the hospital with his mom. Rather, he is more than simply put off by the grotesque imagery these bloated body parts provide. He imagines them filled to the brim with disgusting blood to the point where his mother could just pop them with a toothpick and cause a gross bloody explosion. That could make him hurl, so he keeps his distance and watches not too intently. Sandra sighs while at it, because she has no luck in determining what causes it. The only deduction she's made is that the mutation is parasitic, as patterns of the virus decorate each pulled organ.

“Max, remember what I taught you about parasites?” Sandra asks, Max does not look puzzled.

“Sure mom. They uh-- hmm...they take over cells don't they?” he responds. “And they can get you really sick too right?”

“Yeah, you got some gist of it. They take over hosts and alter their functions. Good to see you've been paying attention to me.” Sandra says. ...for the most part.” she adds with a chuckle.

“So is that virus a parasite mom?” Max asks.

“Looks that way. But I guess over time it turns them into...that.” she gives the calm grosero another glance.

Sandra decides she's done all she can, for tonight anyway. Tomorrow night is Christmas Eve, and she needs to get some sleep to be of assistance in the preparations. The beat tomorrow is for dancing after all, thanks to an arrangement she's made with a friend of her's.

“Well, time to call it a night cherub. Want to help me pack things up around here?” Sandra asks. Max diligently nods his head and begins to help his mother clear the room. Even if Max would wan to refuse for whatever reason, he knows not to say no to his mother.

After several minutes, all the medical equipment has been taken out of sight including the now clean surgical knife. Only few things that remain are the grosero and his insides. But they're better left off where they are. It's not like the body or organs can go bad, she figures.

“What do you think the three wise men are going to bring you tomorrow?” Sandra asks. Max turns to look at her.

“Mom...they doesn't exist and neither does santa. I'm not a little kid anymore, I know better than that!” he says proudly.

“If that's so, then how come I know you're getting a present?”

“Really? I'm really getting a present?” Max blurts, Sandra nods.

“That's right. I think you're really going to enjoy it.” Sandra smiles. Max comes closer to his mother and hugs her waist. Sandra affectionately rubs his head as she pulls the switch on the room, just before closing the door.

The infected continues looking up at the roof of the room, a pure shade of white that it has never seen before. So pure, no smudges, just pure.

One bedroom outside the safe zone walls is awful quiet that morning, as the sun has barely risen to greet the day and its mostly composed population. A queen-sized mattress reveals two thin figures underneath a sheet. They're feminine and petite, one more than the other. The taller figure sleeps in a pretty much normal position while the other is unevenly sprawled out near the opposite edge of the bed. This figure begins to squirm and groan as bits of sunlight fly into the room, until eventually she sits up straight, removing herself from her concealing blanket.

This is Mimi Arguello, rubbing her eyes and yawning lengthily. She steps off the bed and plants her posture. She turns back to look at the persons she shared the bed with. Mimi proceeds to pull off the sheet concealing her and reveals Yvette, eyes completely shut yet with her mouth open just a crack. Light, barely noticeable snores leave her mouth as her chest moves up and down in rhythm. Mimi grins sinisterly.

“Heheh. Sucker. Who wakes up last now, Yvette?” Mimi whispers. Her pjs are too comfortable for her to remove at this very moment, so Mimi leaves 'em on and decides to see if everyone else is up.

First, Mimi looks at the floor below, where the living room is. Fausto still snores awkwardly and just a little bit of drool stains his tank top. Mimi chuckles. Mimi exits the master bedroom through the second floor and steps on the small bridge connecting the other rooms to it. To her left lies the guest bedroom, where Valdez slept tonight and to her right is Ashton's bedroom, where he and Liza slumber. Mimi thinks for a second about the possibilities. One large possibility. Maybe, just maybe, she's the first one awake in the entire home. This, this is something she likes. This, this is something she wants. Some much needed bragging rights could come about from this. No longer will she be the laughing stock of Fausto and Valdez, especially dumb Fausto. How Fausto took pride on mocking her the most. She shakes her fist at the thought. But anyway, she thinks, there are some rooms that needa checkin'.

Mimi fiendishly pushes the door to the guest bedroom open, slowly however. Brisk or broad movements would wake up Valdez, who's talking in his sleep. “I think you and me needa dance baby” is just one of the many things he mutters. Mimi can only guess who the lucky dream lady is. But hey, check. Valdez is out cold. With him out of the way, there is just one couple to figure out. Mimi raises her fist in victory before walking out of the room.

Mimi knows that out of the entire group, the early birds are notoriously Ashton and Yvette, but with one of them down, another needed to follow. Mimi is on a warpath at the moment. But as Mimi finds herself right in front of the bedroom door, she hesitates. As much as she'll also love to shove her victory down Ashton's throat, she feels in debt to him and Liza. The two really helped her deal with her unfortunate vice. But hey, even so, this is something Ashton wouldn't be even slightly bothered by. After all, he likes it when Mimi wins, because he knows what the poor girl has been through all her life. Mimi dons that fiendish smile yet again and turns the knob, with the door slightly creaking as Mimi pushes it open.

There they are, the both of them, snuggled together underneath one sheet. Mimi must admit one thing, that the first thing she looked for were clothes left either by the foot of the bed or worn by her friends. The nosy Mimi notes that both members of the slumbering couple are clothed.

“Ashton kept it in his pants tonight.” Mimi thinks to herself all while slowly tiptoe-ing closer to the bed of the duo. Once she's at the foot of the bed, she opens her mouth.

“Hey! Wake up lovebirds!” Mimi shakes Ashton and Liza, who almost immediately wake up. Liza is especially freaked out by the sudden action. Ashton is more calm, and simply rubs his eyes.

“Um...Mimi?” he asks, giving her a “what gives?” kind of look. Liza's is more of a “what the fuck?” look.

“I woke up first this morning.” Mimi proudly states. “Bet none of you saw that coming.” smug.

“That's great Aranza...” Liza sighs, laying back down. “I'll bake you a cake...” she says groggily.

“You didn't have to wake us up you know.” he tells her. “Furthermore, I could have sworn that I locked the door...”

“Ya didn't!” Mimi happily states. Ashton looks a watch he keeps under his pillow. The time reads 6:30 AM. Ashton sighs too.

“You can tell me all about it later...” Ashton says in between a yawn.

“You know that I will.” Mimi replies simply and with a devious wink, one Ashton never sees because he's lied down and faced away from Mimi since then.

Today is going to be her lucky day, she can feel it in her veins.

It's a bit later in the morning, as the sun has fully come over the safe zone at this point. It has to be about 11 in the morning, and women and men alike, mostly women, are out and about making the zocalo look festive, as if the apocalypse never even happened. Leading this decoration bureau of sorts are Sandra, Paloma, and Leslie Barrera. The kids, such as Max and Jacobo, help their mothers.

Inside of Francisco and Yuri's home, Yuri stands in their bedroom. She's currently examining 5 different attires, be it an outfit or a dress, one to wear at tonight's celebration. All of them seem equally elegant and glamorous, but to the feminine Yuri, they all look okay. Not too good, but good enough. But that doesn't destroy her happiness one bit. Tonight might be the greatest night of anyone's life ever since the start of this hell, as some people see it...

As Yuri continues examining her choices for apparel, two loud knocks are planted on the bedroom door, prompting Yuri to turn and see.

“I'm decent. Not like it matters.” Yuri calls out. Francisco steps into the room, but he's...geared up. Yuri pays little to mind to it for the moment.

Francisco steps in panting slightly and sweating considerably. He unstraps his rifle and lets it fall on the bedroom floor.

“You look a little tired.” Yuri notes. Francisco shrugs.

“Maybe just a bit.”

“The sun never rests. It reminds me of Gustavo.” she chuckles, and Frank smiles. He notes all of the clothing spaced out atop the bed.

“You look beautiful in anything. Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror?” he says to her.

“Oh! You're just saying that. But, this task requires deep thinking. It's not everyday that we're having a party right here in the zone. Doesn't that excite you? Because I think tonight's the night we'll all learn to appreciate each other.” she states.

“I think we've gotten better in that regard the past few months.” Francisco states with a family.

“We have...but we still have some rough edges take care of. For example, people still think Santiago is a sociopath, and let me tell you he's anything but.”

“Well, he's only been here a few weeks.”

“Beside the point! Another kid still getting the short end of the stick here is Ashton. I don't need to tell you what he still is to most people.”

“I guess you're right about that. He has a big heart...” Francisco says.

“Exactly. I'm glad you think so.” Yuri smiles. But Francisco's smile begins to stiffen, until it's halfway gone.

“So I guess tonight means a lot to you.” he says slowly. Yuri notes the change in his tone of voice and turns to look at him.

“Is something wrong?” Yuri asks. Francisco takes a deep breath before mustering up the courage to outright state how he feels.

“I'm...I'm not going. You heard Gustavo, the cartel's coming anyday now and I don't trust their word on leaving us alone for the night.” he firmly states.

Yuri looks shocked to say the least. Like Francisco, she was altered to hear the news of an impending battle that her side is on the short end of, but tonight was going to be the special night for everybody. She needed to have Francisco there with her, because he's her special someone.

“Frank...please. You need to be there with us. A few men are already going to be there watching for stragglers after the fireworks go out, but they're going to be at the party too! Even Daniel!” Yuri's attempt to convince Francisco. “Tonight does mean a lot to me, and it just won't be the same without you.” she adds.

Francisco knew Yuri wouldn't be on board with this decision, but the last few months spent as a protector have taught him many things. That even the biggest cowards of men have the chance to become fearless protectors, change up completely to that mantle. He will not feel content unless he's there at those walls that night, waiting for the slimy enemies to strike. Even if this meddled with Yuri's wishes, it needed to be done.

“Yuri, I get it. Tonight is the last shot at peace and celebration, but what if it's not? Think about it. The cartel could give less of a shit about our happiness, and even their own holidays. Killing us, looting us, raping us, would be their holiday. I can't let that happen.” Francisco counter states. Yuri looks sad at Francisco, arms crossed.

“I think you're brave for feeling that way, it's honorable. But are you willing to spend it all alone, while your friends, and me, are off without you?”

“I just want to do the right thing Yuri, is that so hard to see?”

Yuri exhales for a second. “I guess that the 'right thing' is something else for us. Frank, please.” Yuri asks once more.

“Sorry...” Francisco says. Yuri sighs.

“I can't believe this...so be it.” Yuri states. “I'm going to go lend Sandra a hand. I've got a celebration to prepare and I can't waste my time here trying to change your mind.” Yuri then walks out of the room, not even bothering to look at Francisco before leaving.

Francisco is hurt by this, he's not going to lie to himself. Yet at the same time, his role, the role he's giving himself tonight, is the right choice for him. He's sure of it.

It's mid day now, but the busy atmosphere encasing the zocalo does not cease to be. The people in charge are still at it, even Jaime and Pepe are lending a hand now. While Mendoza talks to Gustavo about something important. That very important thing that others know, much to his unawareness. Gustavo plays it cool, discreet. He tells Mendoza that apart from them and his soldiers, only Yuri and Francisco know.

But this is all distant, as a pair of eyes gave them a nonchalant passing glance. This pair of eyes belong to Ashton, who has since taken a seat to observe a nearby ants nest. Next to him is a plastic but it's not empty. The contents of the bag are a mystery at the moment. Instead, Ashton's sole focus is on the ants nest. The way the ants move food in and out of that hole, it amazes him. While watching, a curious smile sits in Ashton's face. No ill thoughts of destroying the nest are present, rather just innocent surveillance. As ants move in and out of there, the smile stays. What was there to not be amazed by, what was there to not appreciate. It's just life, simple life. Yet, it's so beautiful to Ashton's eyes. After those moments of purity, a shadow is cast over the nest, a curvy silhouette. Ashton curiously looks up to see Paloma Avila standing in front of him. The smile of her face tells him it's nothing serious, and he smiles back to her. This woman is amazing too in Ashton's eyes, she's helped Liza in so many ways and there's everything to be thankful for there.

“Hello Ashton. Mind if I join you and your ant watching down there?” Paloma asks. Ash nods.

“Please.” Ashton extents his hands out to the left, where Paloma sits down. He's curious as to why Paloma wants to speak to him.

“So, are you excited about tonight?” Paloma asks. Ashton looks down away from her, but he's still smiling.

“Yeah...” he responds. “It'll be...my fondest Christmas in a while.” he adds. Paloma inquires.

“Really? Why's that?” she asks.

“I won't be spending it alone.” he keeps smiling. Paloma remembers Ashton's story, told from Liza's point of view. The lonely love child, turned delinquent, turned hero. It's a tale of its own.

“Right. Liza told me all about it. I'm excited too. I just-- never thought there'd be room for Christmas in such a world, but here it is.” Paloma smiles warmly. “And it's tonight too. Can you believe that?”

“Yes ma'am, I am.” he replies. Paloma appreciates the courtesy.

“You're sweet, but you don't need to call me ma'am. Paloma or Pal will do.”

“I will keep that in mind.” Ashton nods.

“Is there a reason you keep looking away from me? Just curious is all.”

“I'm just-- not used to eye contact.”

“It doesn't have anything to do with the fact that I'm a beautiful woman does it?” She asks. Ashton blushes, and Paloma notices.

“Relax, I was just kidding!” Paloma pats Ashton in the back. “You were tense for a moment there.”

“I guess I was. Sorry.” Ashton rubs the back of his head. While this happens, Paloma takes an opportunity to ask about the bag.

“Mind if I ask, but what's in the bag?”

“Just-- some presents for Liza.”

“Aww, that's lovely. Can I see them?”

“Sure, if you promise me you won't tell her.”

“I promise” Paloma assures him. Ashton shows her the bag, completely forgetting one intricate detail.

“These...Liza will love these for sure.” Paloma states. “Are these books all for Liza...? Because these magazines sure look like they're meant for someone else entirely...” Paloma says bizarrely. Ashton is puzzled for a second, but then regains his memory. Immediately after he looks up blushing, but Paloma has already grabbed the magazines, showing them to Ashton.

“This Playboy looks somewhat tasteful I guess, but this other one is full on porno and you don't need to tell me that Liza isn't into porn.” Paloma says. The latest issue of Playboy Latino, marked May 2010, is right in Paloma's grasp as is a very distasteful magazine where a voluptuous naked woman is modeling shamelessly in the cover.

“I haven't even opened those, I swear! They're for--”

“Your friend Alejandro, right?” Paloma interrupts.

“They're, yeah. I got those for Valdez...you believe me right? I don't plan on reading them!” he states defensively. “Relax, I believe you. And even if I didn't, I'm not one to judge.” she assures Ashton, who sighs in relief.

“That boy did strike as something of a pervert, any who.” Paloma says, to which Ashton nods.

“That is Valdez, yes.” Right after he talks, Paloma begins to shift through the pages of the Playboy, opening to a page. There, she admires it.

“I know you didn't want to see it, but...” Paloma shows the magazine to Ashton, where Paloma herself is modeling topless. But of course, her arms are crossed right above her breasts. Ashton can't believe he's also looking at the same woman in reality.

“That's why I believe you.” she states. Paloma proceeds to sign the page, before handing the magazine and the bag back to Ashton. He takes them, while of course, looking down and away from Paloma, who can't help but chuckle.

“I'm sorry I had to put you through all that embarrassment. Now I can see why Liza loves you so much.”

“It's okay Paloma” Ashton says the woman's name in a forced tone. “I'm partly to blame for that.” he laughs uncomfortably.

Paloma can definitely see why Ashton and Liza are made for each other now. Not only that, she feels like she knows Ashton now. In truth, she's been meaning to have a somewhat lengthy conversation like this with him for the longest time. If she's to remain Liza's mentor, she needs to know who the love of her life is.

“You're a good guy, Ashton.” Paloma states firmly.

“Thank you. I-- I don't ever get that.” he replies.

“I need to ask of you to look at me now, because I have something to tell you.” Paloma says. This catches Ashton off-guard. He thought this was just an unorthodox casual conversation. But hey, he complies and engages Paloma in eye contact.

“Promise me that you'll not only keep Liza safe...but also yourself. The pain and sadness she felt when you left on your solo rescue mission nearly broke her heart. Please don't put her through that again, so please be safe.” Paloma tells him. Her tone of voice is calm and soft, not demanding or stern by any means.

Ashton nods happily and Paloma gets a got look at his eyes. She takes note of how handsome the boy is.

“Good.” Paloma stands up, but not before holding both of Ashton's hands.

“I'll hold you to that.” she winks, before leaving. As Ashton watches the woman walk away, he feels his appreciation for Liza rise, grow immensely. He regains stance and grabs his bag.

He's keen on giving Liza a passionate kiss.

Francisco still hasn't changed his mind about the party, choosing to be one of the few guards for the night. Unlike the other guards however, he plans to stay the whole night and be on the lookout for beasts worse than those infected. But right now, he has other matters to attend to. The time right now is 3:05 in the afternoon, and Francisco's dribbling down the court, handling the ball with facility. On his sights is the hoop, his objective. Getting that ball through the hoop is something he wants more than anything. Only two things, or should we say, beings stand between Francisco and his goal.

The spunky Mimi Arguello has her game face on, waiting for Francisco to mess up. She doesn't need to bend down due to her size. Mimi's not known for being too into sports, but yet she does maintain a figure and her athletic demeanor shows whenever she signs up for the Powerade marathon. She came close to winning last year, or well, much closer than years before, placing 15th out of 100. Mimi's forte in sport apart from track is this, basketball. With her speed, agility, and reflexes, Mimi's not one to underestimate, despite any shortcomings.

Parallel to Mimi is Valdez, who also has a knack for the game. Valdez had a great d game going on before the apocalypse, and it's only improved since then. But even then, he feels slightly unsure and he knows the root of the feeling. But he ignores it, he despises it. This unsure feeling has to work in his favor, with Valdez showing it that it matters not.

The root of the feeling is his own opponent, the mighty Francisco. The first time Valdez played ball with him, he was blown away. Francisco can shoot, do lay ins with ease, and ball-handle his way out of trouble. In fact, Francisco is good enough to take on the team of Valdez and Mimi. The man was older, stronger, and faster too,

“Not getting past me this time Frank.” Valdez boasts, to swipe the ball from Francisco at the ready. Francisco smiles competitively, and bounces the ball through the gap between Valdez's legs. Then, Francisco catches it again, effectively avoiding Valdez.

“Shit. He's all yours Mimi!” Valdez yells. Mimi nods and steps in front of the man.

They exchange game glares for a moment before Francisco attempts to fake Mimi out. Cunning, Mimi sees through this a jumps in the air, swatting the ball away from Francisco's grasp. He's quite impressed for a split second, yet he's still warming up. Francisco manages to grab the ball before Mimi and jumps in the air, taking a shot. The ball easily swooshes through the hoop and he gestures a yes with his fist. Mimi thinks there was nothing much she could have done there, so she starts thinking of ways to mend the scenario in the future, completely ignoring Francisco's voice.

“Hey Mimi! I asked you what the score is!” he yells again. Mimi finally notices and turns.

“Ehrm, 17 to 12!” she yells back out.

“Can you get that magic 3 pointer to save ya Frankie boy?” Valdez says.

“You know I will, Alejandro.” Francisco retorts. Valdez didn't see it coming, but he laughs it off.

“Alright then. Mimi, we needa get it together right now. We wouldn't wanna be beat by the Ghost yet again would we?”

“No way that's happening again!” she replies.

Both dubbed Francisco “The Ghost” due to how light his skin is compared to Valdez's. Mimi's was light too, but Valdez feels it has more of a yellow tint to it, and thus the nickname “Yellow” was born. To counter this, Mimi refers to him as “Ballgrasper” for reasons not too abstract, where innuendos are involved.

“Alright Yellow, like we discussed earlier.” Valdez says to Mimi, who nods back and smiles warmly at him. Francisco eyes the two of them, unsure of what they're up to. But, not like it matters, he's gonna take them both down.

“Just like Ballgrasper said..” Mimi whispers to herself. In just few minutes, the three of them are moving up and down the court again. Mimi relentless tails Francisco around the half court, while Valdez waits for the right moment to strike.

But there, right there, Yellow sees an opening, a mistake by Ghost. Ghost accidentally bounces the ball a few centimeters too high and Yellow nabs. Ghost attempts to give a chase of his own, but as soon as he turns he finds himself screened by Ballgrasper. Ghost reacts quickly however, as he sidesteps past Ballgrasper. Ballgrasper worries not, because by then, Yellow has taken a shot and scored a basket.

“Shit. I guess I underestimated your speed, Mimi.” A sudden turn back to reality.

“You're still down by 3 points, and all I need is a sweet three pointer.” Francisco boasts.

“Well let's get it going, chop chop.” Mimi says, all the while clapping her hands together in timing with her “chop”s.

Past the climax of the game, Mimi and Valdez lose reality for a moment and Francisco jumps high, shooting a smooth meteorite, one that crashes down the hoop and demolishes the ground below with a loud bounce.

“Haha well I guess that's it for Mimi and Valdez.” Valdez says while clapping to Mimi. Mimi simply continues panting for air.

“Thanks, Valdez. You were close though.” Francisco admits.

“Yeah, I guess we kinda were weren't we.” Mimi admits happily. The childlike grin on her face grows and high fives go around. Valdez also smiles.

These reactions, these faces, they're the things Francisco wants to protect. Mimi and Valdez are dearly beloved friends for him, ever since the beginning of this whole mess. Francisco remembers the day he and Valdez rescued Mimi as it were yesterday. He remembers suggesting they leave her behind to fend for herself but Valdez's perseverance taught him something that day, and Mimi was rescued.

“Are we on for tomorrow, same time?” Francisco asks.

“Mos' def.” Valdez says.

“Yeah, you bet.” Mimi says.

The three safe zone basketball stars give each other high fives. A good game overall. Many more will follow, Francisco will make sure it of it with the protectors. The light on the safe zone will be kept white.

Dusk is soon to come as the night is just about to start. The current time is 8:00 PM, and many of the inhabitants were getting ready to attend the celebration. What tonight means for them is so bright and content. Why be sad on such a night? It's unity for crying out loud, unity! These people have been through so much that they deserve it. If so, then why can't things keep going perfectly for them? They've made it this far right? Almost a year into this madness and despair, they finally deserve to live in peace and harmony for the remainder of their days and lives right? None need the hardships to come with the ugly rear end of the cartel about to slam their beings. So...maybe that's what makes tonight so special. It'll be their night to just bask on what they've earned. A night to love, breathe, and live without a worry. But this is real life, so that's too good to be true. Nothing can be too good and be kept true.

A handsome young man looks at himself in the mirror, as he adjusts his green tie. The suit he wears appears to be polyester and it gives off a radiating air of class. His hair is combed nicely and he winks at himself as he finishes adjusting that elusive tie. He points straight at himself in the mirror and smiles. He can't recall the last time he looked this spiffy.

Fausto finally steps out of the guest room bathroom and breathes in relief, he figures he'll go wait with the rest in the living, those that have finished changing anyway. Stepping out into the halls, he can hear faint laughter coming from Ashton's bedroom. Fausto can't help but smile. Yet, he turns his attention towards the stairs to his right and follows them down to the first floor. Once he's near the entrance to the living room, he opens the sliding door and enters the room, where Yvette and Valdez are all fully clothed and ready. Yvette's curls look twice as magnificent tonight and there's makeup on her face, a rare but undeniably beautiful sight. Her dress is purple and crazy elegant. To top it all off, a jean jacket accompanies her as well. Fausto thinks she looks as good as she ever has.

Valdez sits across from Yvette, armed with a pair of khaki dress pants and a blue buttoned up collar shirt. The way he looks and has his hair combed, wouldn't tell you what kind of man Valdez really is. Not to mention the brown shoes that stand out not too erroneously, that actually compliment his attire quite well. Fausto thinks there is no way anybody can't look great tonight. So, while they wait for their three other friends, Fausto gets ready to wait with them and takes a seat on the couch, where he is now right next to Yvette.

“Excuse me, but have you see my friend around? She has weird curls, awkward posture, a little geeky.” Fausto goes on, Yvette rolls her eyes but chuckles. She knows this is Fausto's unorthodox way of giving her a compliment.

“You look like a grown up in that tux.” Yvette says to him. Fausto looks intrigued.

“And is that bad?” he asks.

“Of course it isn't. Not bad on that tuxedo Fausto. If there were any other eligible bachelorette's tonight, you'd be a top contender for them, for sure.” she teases.

“Yeah I know, I'm an attractive guy, the suit is just too much.” he boasts “modestly”.

“Haha...suuure.” Yvette replies.

“Man, Fausto. I hear they got actual bottles of Passport and Johnnie piled up for tonight.” Valdez says anxiously. “Man I'd love a few shots and glasses.”

“I hear that, pretty boss.” Fausto replies. “I'm fixing myself more than a few.”

“How about Yvs there?” Valdez says, signaling at Yvette with his head, who has now turned to see him.

“As if, alcohol will not do me any good. Not now, not ever!” Yvette declares. Fausto chuckles mockingly at her.

“Yvette, take a page from my book when I tell you that in a world full of flesh eating dead guys, you're not livin' like them. So just drink up tonight, it's not like we have a test the next few days. Hahah!” Fausto celebrates.

“Fausto Fausto Fausto...ugh fine. I'll have one cup. But for your information, I'm a teacher now, and my students do in fact have a test coming up in a few days!” Yvette declares once more.

“Ah yeah, you're like Zarez 2.0 with feminine parts. I keep forgetting.” Valdez teases. Yvette chuckles uncomfortably.

“Nah man. She'd still need to be like 78 to be a female Zarez.” Fausto adds to the fest.

“Very funny you guys...I know one day at least one of you is going to be thankful for having somebody with my mindset and intellect around, I might even be the one running things around here.” she says. Fausto and Valdez laugh it off.

While Yvette does know that they're her friends and they're just joking around, she can't help but take them seriously, too seriously. Her mind was both her greatest ally and her greatest enemy

---

Liza chuckles as she puts her arms around Ashton's waist, who has also taken up the mantle of a suit tonight. Only difference that his tie was red, like the purest blood. Ashton didn't really comb his hair much, reason being that Liza simply liked it the way he usually has it, tall and forward. A strange way to describe hair, but it'll do. Liza's long hair has been transformed, now held up in a modern bun. All the while, an elegant white dress with rose engravings make look all the more stunning, and all the more perfect to Ashton. Her cherry red lips on the count of her cherry red lipstick, are quite literally, the little cherry on top to finish the package.

“I don't think you've ever looked this good...” she says to Ashton, pecking him in the cheek. He's more than flattered.

“You went above and beyond as well...which I didn't think was possible. I mean, it never gets more perfect than perfect right? But you proved me wrong, Liza Cabrera.” Ashton replies.

“See, this sweet and kind Ashton is the Ashton I find to be my favorite.”

“And I do not blame you.” he winks.

“Man...tonight's going to be just the night. We all need this so badly...” Liza says. “We're so tired, so just one night will hopefully heal us...” she says, while hugging Ashton from behind, resting her head on his shoulders.

“You would not even come close to guessing how much it will mean for me. I mean, a night like this is all I have ever wanted...the fact that I get to spend with my dear friends is unbelievable...”

“Please, continue melting my heart...” Liza replies. They're pretty much ready at this point, but the quiet embrace is one they don't want to finalize. So they take their time, just taking it in...

---

Mimi powders her cheeks like she's never done so before. Tonight, she wants to let go of herself and be someone else entirely. There's not a single pimple or blemish visible on her soft skin, and her eyes are immense thanks to a deep blue eyeshadow. Mimi even went through the trouble of doing her eyelashes as well. One thing is sure, this feminine side of Mimi, one kept chained up and locked down tightly, didn't usually get to see the light of day. Mimi isn't proud of it, because of her tomboy label. It's what Mimi does best, her shell. But no, tonight she's decided to break it. Even her long hair is combed down straight, all the way to her to her shoulder blades. Coral pink lipstick is clothing her lips, and a white, unadulterated dress is covering her entire body. Mimi's happy, yet she can't help but cry.

Because all of her life, she's never thought she could even look remotely this beautiful. She lets out slow tears of joy in between her content sobs. But the proud smile on her face says it all. All those people, all those years, they were wrong.

“You look so beautiful Mimi...” Mimi turns to see who the voice came from, and she's staring right at Liza.

Liza too is smiling proudly, because unlike the others, she's always seen Mimi as more than just the laughing stock tomboy with a height complex, despite not being much shorter than the rest of the females in Tecpan. Liza walks over to Mimi and gives her a warm, lengthy hug.

“Don't cry Mimi...you're so much more amazing than you give yourself credit for...we love you. Just remember that.” Liza tells her, before wiping a few tears off of her eyes. Liza manages to smudge Mimi's makeup, that has weakened up thanks to the dampness of her tears.

“Heheh. Here, let me fix that for you.” Liza says, with a light chuckle. Mimi smiles as Liza fixes her hard work and leaves just like before.

“Thank you Liza, you're my best everything.” Mimi tells her. Liza smiles warmly.

“Why don't we go show everyone else why they should see you for what you really are?” Liza proposes. Mimi nods.

“Let's”.

The five friends and former classmates arrive on the zocalo walls at around 9:30 PM, taking everybody else a while to get ready. Valdez even went ahead of them before Liza, Ashton, and Mimi were done changing. The five of them marvel at the sight of the transformed zocalo-- lights, decorations, and even some music, this last being courtesy of Jesus and a few others. Absolutely everybody is all dressed up and donned all nice and fancy. Even those notorious for wearing the same type of drapes like Gustavo and Mario, look completely different.

Jesus and his musical posse sit atop a makeshift stage, with a row of seats before it. There looked to be over 30, which meant that some people would have to stand. But hey, creative has room to flow here. Jesus is focused on his guitar chords as others play the trumpet, drums, and one man even plays an accordion.

Sandra, Yuri, and a couple other women have set up many tables containing food, drinks, and even some presents for the children. While also, many spots remain open for dancing. Max leads some of the children to the table, where they take a gander and think of what surprises lie in those boxes. Max especially...that thought has been occupying his mind since late last night, courtesy of his own mother.

Mendoza walks around and marvels too, but feels off thinking this will be the only time the safe zone he and his survivors built, will look like this. Jaime and Pepe keep an eye on the fireworks, as they're tonight's main attraction apart from the concert. Anybody could easily meddle with them, and that's something they just won't have.

Curly is in fact already fixing himself a drink of Passport scotch, even getting ice cubes out of the cooler. From his pocket, he retrieves a packet of salt and pours it on the drink, before taking a sip. Valdez too is there, but instead of Passport, he drinks Johnnie.

An classy lookin' Daniel Vanderpol speaks to Jose and Paloma about where their lives were before this. Each of them holds a beer in their hand and they clearly ponder on about what they could have done better, but sadness is a stranger to the conversation. Paloma even gives Jose a pat on the bag when he reveals his failed attempt at being a professional artist. From Daniel's lip we gather him saying “much better than being stuck in a farm.” and all three laugh. Pretty soon, Yuri joins the chat in an attempt to cheer herself up. They can tell she's still sad about Francisco's choice, but Yuri smiles and laughs with them regardless, while also wondering where Sandra has gone off to.

This is some of what the friends see tonight, and they calm themselves down with a deep breath each. The fun and friends are not short tonight. Liza and Ashton pair up as Fausto and Yvette do the same, key difference being that Ashton and Liza walk with their arms linked and Fausto and Yvette walk side by side, but apart. Mimi has since wondered off on her own.

“See ya guys later!” Liza waves with her right and free hand.

“Totally!” Fausto replies, with a wave of his own, before going off with Yvette. Then, Ashton turns to Liza.

“What do you want to do tonight?” Ashton asks Liza. They both look intimately into each other's eyes.

“I don't know yet, why don't we have a look around?” Liza replies.

“Sounds sweet.” Ashton smiles. They both walk together, and a far away Santiago spots them.

He's also donning a nice suit because well, he just wanted to look good. A lifetime of wife-beaters and old jeans have him exhausted, and tonight he just wants to look as sharp as a knife. It didn't matter to him if he was just spending it alone, the moon all lit up in the night sky was enough of a companion. Timon Zarez, who was just talking to Mendoza, turns to see Santiago. He notes that the man is in a lonely corner of the zocalo, but the look on his face shows him no depression. Zarez deduces that Santiago is content enough alone, but he shakes his head and that thought when he remembers that tonight is not to be spent alone. So, he hesitantly joins the man's side.

“Good night, Santiago. Is your chela cold enough?” Zarez asks. Santiago takes a sip.

“Aaah. Nah, it's just fine.” Santiago responds.

“Listen, you look like a 'downer' here by your lonesome.” Zarez is not used to Yvette's young lingo. “The rest of us are having a fine time over there, and we'd love it if you joined.” Zarez adds. Santiago smiles with a teeth grit.

“Well alright. I'll give it a shot.” he responds. Santiago follows up by regaining his feet and following Zarez to the group consisting of most marketplace adults. They shake hands with Santiago and Yuri even offers him a hug. Curly notes this warmth that's being offered to this “stranger” but at this point, he's enjoying his drink way too much to care.

As Ashton and Liza keep walking, they cross paths with Gustavo Texta. Gustavo halts, stopping to observe the couple. This is one of the few times the couple has interacted with Gustavo, but they're not bothered much. It even slips Ashton's mind that this man once issued a manhunt for him. Liza too forgets about the incident.

“How are you kids doin' tonight?” Gustavo asks casually. “I didn't recognize you especially, boy. You look too clean.” he says to Ashton. Ashton is confused by the man's compliment but ultimately accepts it.

“Thanks, Texta.” he responds, rubbing the back of his own head. Liza is left smiling by this small interaction.

“Man if Joaquin were here, he'd be proud of you boy. You've done some shit the past couple o' months. I think he'd approve.” Gustavo adds. A legitamate, content smile comes out of Ashton's face. “Keep doin' what you're doin'.” Gustavo finishes, giving Ashton a small pat before heading off. Liza and Ashton turn to watch the man leave.

“I bet you never thought that would happen.” Liza says.

“Never in a million years.”

---

Gustavo has gotten a new clear objective in his head following the interaction he just had with Ashton. Another man deserves a talking just a much as him. Noting that Yuri is sad tonight, he deduced one thing quite quickly. Gustavo heads to a darker, undecorated part of the zocalo, into la Reforma. One of the walls stands mighty there, but no guards are present, not a single one. Gustavo grits his teeth in amusement. He begins to scale a nearby building, just outside the safe zone walls. Once at around, the third floor, Gustavo sees the man he's looking for, his eyes plated on the scope of his trusty rifle. Gustavo notes that he is perfectly out, but not only that, as he also has a direct view on the safe zone's entrance, coupled with a clear shot. A clever place to snipe, and Gustavo's hunch of finding Francisco there wasn't off by anything.

“What're you doing here, Francisco?” Gustavo asks, as if it were an order. Francisco leaves his scope for a minute, turning back to see the familiar source of the voice.

“Hello, boss.” Francisco says appropriately. But unlike usual, his tone of voice, rather than sounding respecting and professional, is simply casual.

“Back to my question. The party ain't here.” Gustavo repeats himself. Francisco knew why he was here from the beginning.

“With all due respect sir, the party is the least of my worries right now. They could strike tonight, I wouldn't put it past them. You saw El Kanguro and his men there that day we recruited Yuri, preying on the people. They're willing to repeat it tonight, I'm sure.”

“Don't you think that old bastard has his own shit to attend to tonight. It's Christmas for him too, Francisco. The man has a family, like us.”

“Still, sir. That's a chance I can't take. I won't rest easy if they come blazing in, knowing I could've done something about it.” he defends. Gustavo feels...happy with Francisco's reply. But even so, tonight he's needed elsewhere.

“Alright look. I ain't an Einstein, not fucking close. But I know something, one thing my parents taught me. There's this thing called a zeitgeist, weird fucking word I know. Point being that, that shit creates an influence for whatever norm the world thinks at the moment. You were a coward when I met ya, scared but able. With passing time, ya got better and so did the others. The thing was that fear is gone, and it made everyone act differently. Some shit like that.” Gustavo says, while Francisco listens well.

“Look, right now everyone thinks that we're tough and scared of nothing, but I know that when the cartel shit kicks back up, fear will influence people again, like a fucking zeitgeist. But Frank, this is not you. You changed for the better.” Gustavo adds.

“You've come a long way. You started off scared but you grew to be someone I could learn to admire. I'm proud of you Francisco. You're one of the best men I've had the pleasure of meeting.” he goes on.

“Sir I--” Francisco begins, but he is interrupted by Gustavo's lift of a finger.

“I ain't done yet. So yeah, it's the best fucking thing that you choose to be a protector for this great place. Hell, I want you to keep passionate about this and become the best fucking protector this place will ever have, I think it's great. But tonight's not the night for this. Right now you got a fine beauty that wants nothing but you to be there with her. So go ahead Francisco, go give her a dance and wish her a Merry Christmas while you still have her.” Gustavo finishes.

Francisco, at this point, has begun to smile proudly. He properly extends his right hand out to Gustavo, who shakes the hand with his own.

“Thank you, sir.” Francisco simply replies.

“Yeah yeah. Now come on, let's get outta here.”

Mimi sits in a table with Fausto, Yvette, and Valdez, with each having a drink in front of them. Valdez though, is actually up and about, dancing with others. Mimi looks at him impatiently, while Fausto simply sits eyeing Yvette. Yvette is...scared to say the least. There it is, right in front of her, a prepared cup of scotch. Despite everything she's been told about it's great flavor her whole life, she still has no interest in it. Sixteen years free of alcohol, so why end them now right? Even with that in mind, Fausto lays some serious pressure on her simply with the look on his eyes.

“Come on Yvs, just one sip.” Fausto says.

“I really don't wanna do this Fausto...” Yvette tells him, a gloomy half-frown shaping her lips.

“Don't be cowering on me now. You got me to make the cup and said you were gonna do it.” Fausto retorts. Yvette keeps at her expression, and Fausto sighs.

“Hey Mimi, help me convince Yvette to nut up.” he tells her, but Mimi is still eying Valdez with that same look on her face, anger now present in her eyes.

Valdez is putting the moves on some safe zone chick, while others like Curly try to do the same. Of course this has no avail, as they're already intoxicated.

“Hello, earth to Mimi!” Fausto repeats. Yvette sticks her finger in the cup when Fausto isn't looking and licks, reacting with disgust.

But they're in for a shock when Mimi abruptly gets up from the table and moves towards Valdez. Valdez, clearly not coherent, turns to look at her.

“Ah ey Miimii, wassap?”

“Umm, aren't you going to say anything to me?” Mimi asks him, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. But Valdez is still clueless.

“Aaha suuure, tell ya what?” he responds. Mimi closes her eyes and loses her cool.

“FORGET IT VALDEZ, YOU'RE AN IDIOT!” Mimi reacts, and follows this outburst by storming off, covering her face. It's not hard to tell that she's crying.

Ashton and Liza walk and giggle together, but the sobbing Mimi winces past them.

“Oh dear..” Liza starts. Ashton turns back to see Valdez still fumbling without a care.

“I'll handle this Liza. It's about him.” Ashton tells her. Liza nods understandably and let's Ashton go after her.

---

Ashton follows Mimi all the way to a dark and secluded part of the zocalo, where she sits and sobs to herself. Ashton looks at her with worry and takes a breath before joining her.

“Hey.” he starts off. Mimi looks up at him, her tears have made her eyeshadow a mess.

“What do you want Asston?” she says with hostility, but Ashton knows she doesn't mean it. It's too emotional a moment for her at the moment.

“I'm here because you don't deserve to be sad Mimi. It's the night for everyone to smile, and I won't be smiling unless you're smiling with me.”

“Really? I didn't know you cared so much...:

“Well I do Mimi, I really do. You are my friend, and I always care about the way you are feeling. I'm really sorry if I ever make it seem like I don't.”

“So?”

“Look, Valdez is drunk out of his mind right now. I'm sure that he were sober he'd have noticed you and told you the truth.” The word truth, rings into Mimi's ears.

“Oh really? And what do you mean by truth!” Mimi demands.

“That you look incredibly beautiful tonight, Mimi. That's the truth.” Ashton replies.

Mimi's face lights up in an instant, and she looks up to see Ashton once more. The tears on her eyes linger for a moment before they begin to run down her face. In just one sentence, Ashton has managed to turn her life around.

She doesn't hesitate for even a moment, and she carelessly locks her lips with Ashton's. Ashton widens his eyes in shock, and thankfully Mimi doesn't make the kiss last and pulls away. Once she does, she turns away from Ashton.

“Mimi..what was?--”

“I made a promise to myself alright. A long time ago, that I'd give my first kiss to the first guy who told me something about myself that was just so beautiful. I'm sorry it was you, Ashton, you're with Liza and all. But why'd you have to be so sweet.” Mimi chuckles tragically, even going as far as to shove Ashton playfully. Ashton smiles warmly, he had no idea up until now. Mimi's demons all made sense now.

“It's okay Mimi. I understand.” Ashton says simply and offers her a hug that she promptly accepts. Then, Ashton rises to his feet and lends Mimi a hand up, which she accepts.

“Now come on, if we don't go back to our friends we might miss the concert.” Ashton adds.

“Right behind you.” Mimi replies, as she finishes wiping her tears.

---

Ashton and Mimi arrive back at the zocalo, reaching Liza. Liza holds his hand again and moves closer to him, but Mimi simply walks back to the table with her friends, looking away from Liza. Just a little shame, nothing that'll last.

“I take it it all went well.” Liza comments with a smile.

“Yeah, she won't be gloomy for the rest of the night. I just said what needed to be said.”

“You're too sweet, you know that?” Liza pecks him.

“She gave me her firs kiss...so she might not look at you in the eye for the rest of the night.” Ashton tells her. “I hope that's all right.”

“Hmmm...” Liza smiles. “I'll let it slide.” she decides, coupled with a wink and a smile. “Now, shh for a moment. The concert will start soon.”

Everybody's attention was centered on the stage as Mendoza gets ready to deliver a speech.

“Hello, everyone. I hope tonight's been great for you all so far. It's going to be 12 o' clock in just a couple of seconds now, so I want to wish everybody a Merry Christmas in advance. Now, a special guest will be joining Jesus for the concert tonight...”

Sandra takes a seat in the front row, near Jose, her son, Paloma, and the Galeana twins.

“With us tonight, Jesus Velez and Mario Galeana!” Mendoza finishes. As he does, Mario comes onstage with his guitar by his side and stands by Jesus.

“Thank you, people of the Tecpan Safe Zone. This next song goes out to you all. So live it up and have a Merry Christmas!” Jesus announces with a wave. Mario waves too and takes a seat in a chair next to Jesus'. He puts his hand on his guitar and looks into the crowd. Once he does he sees them. Sandra offers him a warm smile, one he reciprocates, couple by a thumbs up. Max, Jose, and the twins do the same. So without further ado, they start playing their guitars...

“''Quien dice que no duelen las huellas en la arena tu huella el mar se la llevo pero la luna sigue ahí pero esa luna es mi condena despacio en la mañana rayitos por la noche las voces vivas del recuerdo se disfrazan de intuición y en una voz tu voz se esconde y en una voz tu voz se esconde

y yo se que tal vez tu nunca escuches mi canción yo se y yo se que tal vez te siga usando así robandote mi inspiración

mientras siga viendo tu cara en la cara de la luna mientras siga escuchando tu voz entre las olas entre la espuma mientras tenga que cambiar la radio de estación por que cada canción me hable de ti de ti de ti...''”

As these two amazing musicians do what they do best, the people of the zocalo praise them with their might. Those sitting, like Sandra and the rest of Mario's friends, clap and move rhythmically in their sits, while couples such as Ashton and Liza indulge in a slow dance...

Yuri watches the couples breathe for each other, and her sadness can't help but shoot back up.

“Excuse me, miss.” Yuri looks up once she hears the voice.

“Care to dance?” It's Francisco, all dressed up in a suit and combed to perfection. He extends his hand out to Yuri, whose smile grows ten times. She accepts it without hesitation, and soon she's up, dancing with her loved one.

“I'm sorry for acting like a fool, Yuri. I put myself before you when it didn't even matter.”

“I honestly didn't think you'd show. I just want one thing from you now.”

“And what's that?”

“Just kiss me, you fool..” Yuri and Francisco share a passionate kiss, as Jaime and Pepe start lighting some of the fireworks. One coincides exactly with Francisco and Yuri's kiss.

“Merry Christmas.” he wishes her.

“Likewise...”

After many songs, everybody in the zocalo gathers round, grouped together with the people that matter the most to them. Sandra rubs the top of Max's head as he tears his present open, revealing a copy of Fahrenheit 451, as well as a Batmobile with a mini Batman driver, still packaged. Max hugs his mother as hard as he can as he thanks her. While in the hug, Sandra mouths the words “Thank you” over to Mario, who winks and smiles, before giving Manny and Alicia gifts of their own.

Ashton and Liza have since sat down by the trees, holding hands. They're looking deeply into each others' eyes. The chilly Christmas breeze only pulls them closer together,

“Oh Ashton...I don't know what my life would be like without you. I'm so in love with you I could just scream it over and over again...enough times for the whole world to hear.” she chuckles and she presses her face with Ashton's.

“I'm glad you feel that way. How would you feel if I told you that I got you a little something?” Ashton tells her. Liza pulls away with a playful gasp.

“Oh my god, you're sneaky! I thought we agreed on no gifts!” she playfully strikes Ashton, who rubs his cheek following it.

“I think you're really going to love it...maybe even more than you love me...” Ashton smiles. From his side, he reveals a brand new copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Liza covers her mouth in shock. She's never had the opportunity to pick up the novel herself.

“Oh my god...Ashton this is-- amazing. I can't express how I feel I-- I thought I'd never get the chance to read it!”

“I take it that you loved it.” Ashton says proudly.

“Oh you! I do, I seriously do. I don't love it as much as you though, I can't love anything as much as you. That's just impossible...” Liza adds. She gives Ashton the greatest hug that she has ever given in her life.

“You're my soul mate, Liza.” Ashton starts. "These last few months with you have been the best I've ever had my whole life. I swear, when I say that I love you my words just fluctuate so ''well'. I never want to be apart from you ever again." Ashton finishes. Liza too begins to let tears of joy flow freely from her eyes as she looks at Ashton.''

“Merry Christmas, you amazing boy..” Liza tells him. Soon, both begin to passionately kiss.

A panoramic view around the marketplace reveals all but sadness or agony, nothing but joy and harmony flowing rampant through the beings and spirits of these people. These smiles on their faces will go on to become timeless relics. They will be as eternal as the space above them, lasting forever.

The view comes back to the sight of Ashton and Liza's one true kiss.

A Merry Christmas indeed.

Trivia

 * The song Mario and Jesus sing is Caraluna by Bacilos.