Breaking but not broken.

Chapter 10

The distant sounds of explosions and the rumble of rocks was felt. I peered out the window and saw the upcoming bikes and the fall of the rock bridge. That would slow Immortan down, but not for long. Angharad continued to cry in pain and I cringed. It was wrong - to cringe - but I didn't know what to do. Nevertheless I tried to help her. We all moved to the top of the rig again and the girls tried to help Angharad relax.
The rock riders, on bikes of course, did jumps over the canyon hills. The sound of guns clicking echoed throughout the canyon. "I wanted a gun!" Was the thought that ran through my head. But the...lunatic and Furiosa had them all. The bikes got closer and threw a small explosive device at the front of the rig. The girls screamed and I used my body as a human shield. Nothing came into contact with me. The bombs and bullets continued to fly at us and fire flew over the rig. The only two people with guns shot back, being able to hit one or two. When that wasn't enough Furiosa opened the top hatch to get a better aim. The man loaded her gun, while still driving, and handed it to her. I wanted to help. I wanted to step in and grab a gun and fight back, but instead I sat in the back looking like an idiot. One bike crashed directly above the rig. She swung back into the car and handed the gun to Angharad.

"Reload the clip."

I watched as Angharad and Capable stared at the gun like it was a foreign being. This was it. This was my chance. A second before I grabbed it, Toast snatched it away and started to reload it. It was painful to watch her do it so slowly. I could have done it faster, but she beat me by one second. Damn me and my indecisive mind.

Furiosa popped back into the rig. "Gun."

"It's not loaded yet!" Toasted cried fumbling with the bullets.

A bike was coming quickly. I gritted my teeth and leaned forward. One gun was still in the bag. My gun. I grabbed ahold of it and so did the man. He looked at me then down at my hand. My gun had a design on it that matched up with the tattoo on my hand. One of the groups I had been with gave me the tattoo after they saw the design on my gun. I myself would never have thought about it, but it was a good way to identify that it was my gun. He stared down at the gun, at my hand, then let go. I aimed for the biker through the back window and fired. Toast finally gave the gun to Furiosa and she went back outside the rig. She fought on and I fired outside the window next to me.
"Finally," I thought. "I could actually make a contribution." Bullets ricochet off the rig leaving small dents but one shot in particular stood out. I looked up to see her face turn white white and her legs wobble. Furiosas ear piercing scream is something I don't believe i'll ever be able to forget. Or the way her dying body collapsed back into the rig.

Everyone gasped, even the man, though, he couldn't dwell on her. He had to focus and keep shooting the upcoming enemies. But any person with a brain knew he couldn't do it alone. I grabbed Furiosa up under her arms and pulled her into my spot, then crawled into the front. I reloaded my gun, along with some others, and helped fend off the bikers. The Rock Riders were truly what people said. They believed in a even deal, and we were backing out of our end. Now they came looking for blood. Crack! Bang! Woosh! The fuel pod had been dislodged and was rolling away into the rocks. Boom! The pod ignited with all the fuel still locked inside. It went up in a terrific blaze, and Joe's car emerged. That car shook me to the core, but on the bright side - if there was one - the rock riders had exited the fight. It seemed their only concern was the fuel pod, which was now on fire. It was now us against Joe. Two people had entered this fight, and only one was going to leave. Being given the chance, I re loaded my gun when the back door flew open. Angharad hung onto the door, using herself as a shield for me. Joe had his gun aimed straight for me, I could see that now, but Angharad had decided to use herself as a guard. She knew Joe wouldn't hurt her, her being her favorite and all. Capable and The Dag held onto her like safety belts, giving me enough time to finish loading my gun. It was a bold move, that was clear.