Mad Max: Asylum

Feral Soul

It seems I sold my soul when I took revenge on those that took the ones I loved most. I met a dark figure at the cross roads of purgatory and told him I was done. But because of my actions he cursed me, I was to race across the wastelands undoing all the wrongs that clutched the land, by cursing me he had made me into something that was worse than he was, I let the devil in... and now I can't get him out.

I took the bike and left the citadel more than two weeks ago and it felt as though that place was only just out of my view when I looked over my shoulder. I filled some empty skins with water and as many tins of Dinki-di as I could carry, but I managed to go days without eating any of it. I'd fill up the bike with guzzeline any chance I could. In some cases it wasn't like the car's occupants would be using it while they rotted in their seats. I would find hidden spots off road, hide the bike and get within the rocks or on top of them so I could sleep, at night I could still see the glow from Gastown in the sky amongst the star's before I'd fall into a haunting sleep and that's when the faces and voices would come to question me. Some of the faces I had seen before but some I had never seen even for a second, among those I knew were Jessie, my wife and mother of my son who had passed god knows how long ago now.

'You changed, Max, you promised you'd stop' her voice echoed as her angry face came towards me.

A raggedy man I don't remember ever meeting but he resembled someone I knew 'you took from me, and I died because of you'

It seems no matter what good I do, I will never change the mistakes I've made but I have no other choice than to continue on. That night I slept uneasy but well hidden behind a fallen flyover of a road. It had collapsed as far as it could and rested on the stumps of its columns. Managed to catch a couple of mutated iguanas and cook them over just a small fire I assembled, as I ate I could hear the roar of engines as they burned up and down the road about a quarter of a mile from where I was. I had been here for two days now, for no other reason than to just relax for once. The last few weeks had been full of adrenaline and fuel and I just wanted be able to sit down and relax.

That morning before the sun came up I took off and pushed the bike as much as I could to make up for lost time but it soon gave up on me and I had nothing to put in it, so I continued on foot, bags over my shoulder my my right hand close to my boomstick. I knew it was dangerous but I had no other choice than to walk. It started to get dark when I saw what looked like an open settlement build on either sides of the road, no walls, no gates and no lead-slingers to be seen when I scoped the place out.

When I reached the place I saw it was repurposed relics from the old days, gas station (no gas, I checked) a black finger's work shop, a diner and some nondiscript buildings on the other side, empty from the looks of it. There were lights on in the diner and there was talking and laughing from within but I approached carefully and looked through the window to see some men and women sat drinking, something I had not seen since Barter town.

I felt the cold metal against the back of my head as a foot gently knocked my hand away from my boomstick and covered it. I could have grabbed at the ankle and broken it in a few seconds but they could have blasted my head into pieces in less than one so I put my hands up slowly, the smart way.

'Hope you werent planning on doing us over Mate' a voice said 'now slowly stand up and lock your fingers behind your head'

I did as i was asked to show I was no threat.

'Im only here for water, maybe some fuel' I told him

'No fuel here I'm afraid, now turn around'

I did and faced the stick thin man who was pointing a six shooter right at his face. I could see deep wounds across the man's face that were still healing, staples held his forehead and scalp together as one side of his face dropped slightly.