Into The Wasteland

Chapter Two

Wind buffeted her from all sides as Savage flicked on her headlights, trying to navigate her way to the war rig, which had been swallowed up by the storm. Lightening struck the ground all around her and fire whipped up into the air. Out of the storm behind her Savage saw the war boy's coupe come speeding her way. He was aiming right for the war rig, which was only several metres in front of her.

Suddenly bright red light lit up the war boy's face, his mouth covered in silver paint.

He is going to kill himself, Savage thought in horror as the blood bag struggled to stop him. Savage had never believed in dying for a God, especially not for anyone who called themselves Immortan Joe. She wanted to die when her time in this world was over, not when she should sacrifice herself to be accepted through the gates of Valhalla.

Savage pulled closer towards the war rig. Again she was drawn to looking at the war boy. She looked over just in time to watch the car swerve away from a flash of lightening and flip, crashing into the sand. Savage was confused when she felt a little disappointed at the death of the war boy. Shaking that thought from her head, Savage slowed to a halt when the war rig suddenly slammed on its brakes.

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Nothing happened until the storm had passed over them. Savage climbed out of her car and started to wipe the sand from the V8 engine sticking up above the hood. But when the door of the war rig opened she ducked behind her car, peering cautiously around the side, slowly drawing the shotgun from her leg holster.

"We need to keep moving!" a feminine voice demanded. It came from a woman with long white hair.

"I know, but I need to clear the sand from the engine or else we won't be going anywhere," a coarser, yet still feminine voice sighed back. Savage knew that voice. It was Imperator Furiosa, the one who had gone rogue, and the one Savage was meant to be killing. She had seen the Imperator several times when Gastown traded quzzoline for water.

"Wait, whose car is that?" another voice asked as Savage heard the sudden sound of running water. She grasped the half empty flask on her belt. She needed water. She hadn't had a chance to top up before she left Gastown.

"I don't know, it looks empty," yet another voice replied. Savage heard the sounds of footsteps closing in on her car. Savage pumped her shotgun and stepped from behind her car, aiming the barrel into the back of a tangle of curly red hair.

"Capable!" a girl cried. Savage narrowed her eyes in confusion at seeing some of the girls using bolt cutters to cut through chastity belts with Immortan Joe's insignia on the front of each.

"You stole Immortan's wives?" Savage demanded as she nudged the girl, Capable, forwards. She turned to look at Savage, her eyes widening when she saw the scars on Savage's face. She had her lips cut like that of a skulls teeth, and two scars that ran from the sides of her forehead down the bridge of her nose, which then continued down her top lip and then onto her chin.

"We are not things," a heavily pregnant girl with long golden hair stated. Savage rose an eyebrow. What was that supposed to mean?

That was when Savage felt the barrel of a shotgun against the back of her head. The person holding the gun pulled the trigger...

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