The car wasn't anything noticeable.
It had the typical four wheels and peeling body paint. Once upon a time it might have been a golden color, but exposure to the sun and elements had stripped it of any former brilliance. Clear coat was flaking up, especially on the hood and the roof, and the color of the car had turned tan. Appearance didn't matter though; this car only had one purpose. It was driven by a man who seemed to have only one expression, his eyes trained on the empty, dusty road in front of him. He could hear the conversation in the back, but just like all the times before, he ignored it. He was paid to deliver people to their destinations, not feed the peanut gallery.
Three men sat in the back, two in official suits, armed with tasers and other "proper" restraining devices. Sun glasses covered their eyes, but there was no question where they were looking: at the third man. This man didn't resemble the other two in the slightest way. Dressed in jeans and a light jacket, he was forced to kneel on the floor, arms bound behind him, gagged and blinded by simple strips of cloth. He had been unconscious for most of the ride, but as the medicine slowly wore off, he began to stir, struggling against the binding.
The bound man was an interesting sight. His body spoke of a man who could get all the ladies, tall and muscular, perhaps he was a frequent visitor to the gym. Most of his strength seemed to gather in his chest and arms, which was why he had been bound so tightly. He was dressed decently, a pair of black jeans, a rather fancy shirt and vest combo along with a little red tie, all wrapped up with a long black trench coat. Everything seemed to follow a black and red theme, even up to the little hat perched in his unruly blonde hair. He could have been quite the hunk, if it hadn't been for one thing…
"Mmngh!" The man was awake now, the effects of the medicine wearing off, and was more than a little panicked at the position he found himself in. Struggling against the bonds, he didn't even receive a warning before the hot pain of being tased seared through him, a pained sound ripping out of him, before he collapsed, once again sent into the realm of unconsciousness.
"We are almost there." One of the men said mechanically, while the other put away his gun. "We can dispose of him and get back home. I feel dirty just sitting here around him."
"I feel dirty as well," the man with the taser agreed, nodding his head just a little bit. "Filth like this should be drowned at birth instead of being allowed to grow up and think they're actually living. They all end up out here."
"Are you questioning the way of the government?" It was the first thing the driver had said during the drive, his dark eyes looking up in the mirror to pay close attention to the men who had been carrying on the conversation, hand slowly starting to reach for his phone.
"Of course not, the government's choices are law!" The men said immediately. For a few moments, there was silence in car, before one of the men delivered a swift kick into the side of the bound man, taking out his frustration. "Are we almost there yet?" He asked rather sulkily, ignoring the jab from his partner on the trip.
"Nearly there," The driver stated. All around them was a wasteland, a place where trash had been dumped until they couldn't fit anything else. Great heaping piles of trash were everywhere, towering high above the little car. What had once been a busy and active city was now nothing more than a scar on the face of the world…though it wasn't alone. All over the world, places like this could be found. Civilization had been moved far away from these areas…the only thing that was left was the waste.
"We have arrived." The driver said as he stopped the car, unlocking the doors. Quickly, the two agents grabbed the bound man and dragged him out of the car, throwing him to the ground. "Filth," one of them spat, while the other delivered another kick to his ribs. "Filth," he echoed. The smell was starting to get to them though, they quickly climbed back into the vehicle, which was thrown into reverse and gone within five minutes.
The man's binding had caught on something sharp and ripped through, now he was sprawled on the ground. Darkness was starting to envelope the land, but all that changed was the color of the sky, and the temperature of the land. No creatures came out to roam for food, no plants fought for the last beams of light. It was a wasteland.
A soft breeze made its way through the trash piles, and right before the last beam of light left the land, a small stuffed bunny fell from one of the piles and landed in one of the man's outstretched hands.