The noise of the engines drowned out the sound of wind
whipping by. None of the cars were wholly original, or even stock, anymore. As pieces
wore out or were damaged, the sunburnt raiders replaced them with whatever was
on hand. Sometimes they did things like welding the back half of one car to the
front half of another. To these Frankenstein autos they then added reinforcing
plates and spikes scavenged from the scrap scattered across the spent
landscape. Sometimes there was nothing on hand to make repairs. Those unfortunate
drivers were usually left to die alone in the sun.
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