They stepped out of the truck slowly, weapons in hand, held loosely. Raxx slowed the vehicle and stopping just past Landfalls, nosing onto the Main Street. The truck finally crested the hill, and the town lay stretched out before them. They wouldn’t have done anything to the town.” “Just for the record,” said Wentworth, “whatever this is - it isn’t my storm. His thumb flicked nervously at the safety. He readied it with a precise motion, pulling back firmly on the cocking handle and letting it slam forward. Wentworth took his rifle from the back, and adjusted it so that the butt was just under his armpit, letting it lay across his lap at a forty-five degree angle. His hand found its way down to his hip and squeezed the revolver secured there. He stared intently at the road ahead as if it could tell him what lay over the next hill. Raxx bent over the steering column and revved up the throttle. He sniffed the air, and looked over at Raxx. “Wait a second.” He waited, not sure what the Mechanic wanted, “Do you smell that?” He moved to roll up his window when Raxx spoke. He thought twice about flicking his current cigarette, and decided to crush it against his boot first. “It’s a lot thicker than you’d expect for a grassfire…” said Raxx. It could be bad.” He spoke with a measured indifference but the wrinkle on his brow betrayed an underlying anxiety.Īs they neared they could make out multiple sources for the smoke, twisting up into one.

They have burn lines to protect them, but that’s a lot of smoke. “The city should be fine, but I’m not sure about the farm fields. Wentworth took another drag on his cigarette. A black column was rising and spreading out across the sky. They continued driving, but as they approached the smoke was getting thicker. Shouldn’t be anything to worry about though.” Might just be a grass fire - they happen this time of year. Raxx leaned forward and peered out the window, “Yeah, I think it is - too much for the coal flue. It was Wentworth who first noticed something on the horizon. Raxx remained silent as they drove, staring at the road in front of them.

As i walk these broken roads