On The Scorch

Screwloose groaned and slammed his head against the packed dirt floor of the cave. Maybe he could give himself a concussion and then wouldn't have to go find that brat. Then again, Nu-Gen would probably just slap him and force him out on a bike instead of his car. And when he came back she'd slap him again for taking too long. And if he didn't find the kid, she'd cut off his hand and replace the shoulder bones on her coat with his.

He groaned again and slumped to the floor. If only his stupid ancestors hadn't burnt and blown up the earth, everything would be fine.