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"All right, everybody ready to go?" Sativa asked the crew gathered in front of her: Sulik, Vic, Cassidy, Lenny and Karl, the runaway farmer from Modoc.
"You sure about this?" Cassidy, asked, still somewhat skeptical of getting into a car driven by someone who, prior to last week, had never been behind the wheel of one in her life.
"Positive," Sativas nodded emphatically. "I've had a lot of practice and I've got a pretty good handle on it." She was pretty sure she had the gist of it at least, and it wasn't like there was any other traffic to worry about.
"As long as you're sure," he relented. "But I'll take the front passenger seat, if that's all right with you. If we're gonna have Lenny riding with us I'd rather not get to cozy."
"As long as you keep your 12-gauge ready in case we run into trouble."
"Roger that. I got shotgun."
"Great." She clapped her hands together. "Okay, everybody stow your gear in the trunk and grab a seat! We're blowing this hole. This place. We're leaving this place."
"Not a moment to soon," Vic asserted. "I'll miss Mom's cooking but it'll be too soon if I ever come back here again." They all piled in, Sativa and Cassidy in the front and other four squeezed together in the back - it was roomy, but when you're sharing an enclosed space with a ghoul it's still a tight fit.
Slamming the door shut, the driver started the engine, "Hold on to something, guys. Here..." released the handbrake,
"Uh, I'm having second thoughts about this..."
"We..."
Shifted into first,
"Can I get out? I just remembered something I left behind at Mom's..."
took her foot off the break
"We're all gonna die..."
and stepped down on the accelerator.
"GO!"
The Highwayman took off like a rocket into the dusty wastes.
"Can we stop somewhere so can change my pants?"
"Oh, don't be a big baby."
And away they went .
"Need a ride?" Woody, the old ghoul heard the offer from the car that pulled up beside him as he shuffled eastwards, 'mummy' wrappings still trailing behind him.
An old nugget of wisdom in the sparse attic of his distant memory came into the light. "My momma told me never to accept rides from strangers..."
Lenny leaned toward the window. "Woody, it's me, Lenny. From G-Gecko, remember?"
"Oh, hey Lenny old buddy. Well, I guess it's okay if'n they're with you..."
"Uh boss, it's already getting crowded in here as it is..." Vic protested.
"It'll be fine, just bunch up until we get to next town. Hop in, Woody."
"Thankee kindly, friend."
"Oh god the smell..."
And away, again, they went.
"You sure about this?" Cassidy, asked, still somewhat skeptical of getting into a car driven by someone who, prior to last week, had never been behind the wheel of one in her life.
"Positive," Sativas nodded emphatically. "I've had a lot of practice and I've got a pretty good handle on it." She was pretty sure she had the gist of it at least, and it wasn't like there was any other traffic to worry about.
"As long as you're sure," he relented. "But I'll take the front passenger seat, if that's all right with you. If we're gonna have Lenny riding with us I'd rather not get to cozy."
"As long as you keep your 12-gauge ready in case we run into trouble."
"Roger that. I got shotgun."
"Great." She clapped her hands together. "Okay, everybody stow your gear in the trunk and grab a seat! We're blowing this hole. This place. We're leaving this place."
"Not a moment to soon," Vic asserted. "I'll miss Mom's cooking but it'll be too soon if I ever come back here again." They all piled in, Sativa and Cassidy in the front and other four squeezed together in the back - it was roomy, but when you're sharing an enclosed space with a ghoul it's still a tight fit.
Slamming the door shut, the driver started the engine, "Hold on to something, guys. Here..." released the handbrake,
"Uh, I'm having second thoughts about this..."
"We..."
Shifted into first,
"Can I get out? I just remembered something I left behind at Mom's..."
took her foot off the break
"We're all gonna die..."
and stepped down on the accelerator.
"GO!"
The Highwayman took off like a rocket into the dusty wastes.
"Can we stop somewhere so can change my pants?"
"Oh, don't be a big baby."
And away they went .
"Need a ride?" Woody, the old ghoul heard the offer from the car that pulled up beside him as he shuffled eastwards, 'mummy' wrappings still trailing behind him.
An old nugget of wisdom in the sparse attic of his distant memory came into the light. "My momma told me never to accept rides from strangers..."
Lenny leaned toward the window. "Woody, it's me, Lenny. From G-Gecko, remember?"
"Oh, hey Lenny old buddy. Well, I guess it's okay if'n they're with you..."
"Uh boss, it's already getting crowded in here as it is..." Vic protested.
"It'll be fine, just bunch up until we get to next town. Hop in, Woody."
"Thankee kindly, friend."
"Oh god the smell..."
And away, again, they went.