The scene starts with a tarmac road streaching out acorss the desert coming out from the horizon under the hot afternoon sun. From the horizion, a noise of vechiles is suddenly heard.
The noise grew loader till a supercharged trobo V8 1973 Falcon intercepter driven by a former cop named Max with long hair that grew long enough to reach his shoulders and facail hair just long enough to touch his chest whenever he talks sped out on the road bring chased by three motorcycles and two utes driven by people, crazy people.
On each ute are two men. One in the driver's seat and another crouched down on the ute carrier armed with a crossbow strapped on his right arm and the drivers are going along right between the V8 and gaining up to have the men aim at the driver to shoot him down.
They're after his V8. Max averted his eyes right and left to take a glimpse of the men on their knees theough the side doors as they setted their crossbows for aim and laughed wickedly at Max as the drivers gazed at Max and started laughing their heads off.
The men in the ute carriers raised their crossbow strapped arms by their heads and aimed the arrows at Max. But Max is not gonna lose his beloved car so easily.
He hit the break pedal hard while taking his right hand off the steering wheel and setting back to first gear just when the men in the utes shot the arrows from the crossbows and the super charged V8 Falcon fell behind the utes.
The men in the ute carriers ended up with arrows in their chest with the arrows stabbed in their lungs and fell out of the utes dead as the three motercyclers tryed in vain to aviod collision with the V8 as Max made the car skid sideways on the road and two motercyclers knocked into the car while the one in the middle got shot in the head by Max.
The two men on their motorcycles flew to the roof of the supercharged V8 only to slid down it cause of their motorcycles crashing into the side of the V8 and the back wheels bring lifted off the ground from the force of the impact.
They slid down on the other side of the car onto the dusty crumbling road and Max skid over the the two men, killing them before steering the steering wheel on hard left while letting go of the break pedal and pressing back on the accelerator pedal so that the V8 is back heading the direction the road's leading with the tires rolling on the tarmac.
Max got his left hand off the steering wheel, pushed the button to the trobo boost with an index finger from his left hand, set it on second gear and grabbed his shotgun from the fount passenger side seats as the supercharged V8 sped up to the two utes.
As soon as Max caught up with the two utes, the trobo boost shut down for it can only go for half a mile which is how far the utes are ahead of him anyway. The first ute driver he got a glimpse of is he one on the right for it's closer to him.
He raised up his shot gun at the driver as the driver on his right shot him a frightened look from he sight of the shot gun be pointed at him at his head and started screaming in panic from fear filling up in his soul and Max can sense it in him. Max pulled the trigger and the two bullets went directly into the driver's forehead as Max aimed for.
The ute somehow lost control due to the driver bring shot dead, turned off the as it started slowing down from the right foot of te crouse going off the accusation petal and crashed not a ghost gum tree nearby as Max then turned the shot gun left as did his head and aimed at the driver on his left.
The driver in the ute on Max's left tried to slow his ute down to avoid getting shot, but Max is too fast for him. He turned his shotgun left feather to keep it's aim on the ute driver and shot him right in the neck, drops the shot gun on the seats beside him and has both hands on the steering wheel.
As the driver dies, he mistakingly steered the steering wheel right and the ute rolled on it's right side.
Max then turned the car an easy right then did a heard left as he hit the break petal, gets his left hand off the steering wheel onto gearshift, puts it on park and the super charged V8 Holden intercepter skidded to a stop.
Max turned the car off opened his driver's side door, stepped out and looked at the wreckage of the two utes for a moment.
He crouched down, went back in the car, grabbed out three petrel containers and a bowl, got out of the car and rushed over to the wreckage to savage up whatever petrel and oil he can store from the wrecked utes.
After savaging the fuel and oil he can fill his containers and bowl with, he rushed over back to the super trobo charged V8 Falcon intercepter, went back in with the fuel and oil, placed them on the fount passenger seats beside him, shut the driver side door, started the engine, hearing the monster roar he puts his left hand on the gearshift, sets it on first gear and continued along the road.
As Max drove alone the dusty and crumbling tarmac road, he wondered why he wouldn't let gang members and savagers kill him. Why does he live to fight another day? Why is he still alive when eveyone and everything he ever knew are gone expect for his beloved V8? All that he knows, is that he's living on, wondering if there's anything to live for.
Max went on driving his car as the dusk sky started turning to night. Max is surprised ethat even though there's very little of life left with every drop of water on earth including the seas and oceans dried up due to dropping of the bombs long after the erengy crisis hit, that the earth is still spinning. Maybe the earth is not entirely dead.
Suddenly, Max started having visions. The first vision is It's the final decide of the twentieth century and the year is 1999, which means the new century is just around the corner.
Max is at a new petrel station that supply's fuel for both fuel cars and electric cars at a new community called Keilor Down's, which is further away from Melbourne and he's filling up his super trobo charged V8 Falcon intercepter with 100% algie biofuel since it's what the car runs on now and the car is like new and well maintained when he first got it.
After he finished filling up the petrel tank, he gets the nozzle out, puts it back on he petrel meter and checks on it on how much he owns. Then just before he started walking to the building to pay for his fill up, he noticed a slick looking car from Nissan with a oval like slick body shape and and the shape of the headlights looking like cat eyes instead of round headlights.
It's eclectic and is backed up by solar panels cause it has solar panels hot wired to the eclectic engine and batteries.
The second vision Max has is that he's in the bathroom of his beach house shaving off his facial hair with an electric shaver and his hair's combed cause he just had a shower and put on his uniform.
His wife, Jessie crept up behind him and Max gasped in shock, nearly dropping his shaver. When he saw Jessie in the mirror, he couldn't help but smile at the love of his life as she smiled back, both doing it at the mirror, knowing they're seeing each other in it. Jessie kissed Max on his right facial cheek and embraced him from behind.
"Hey honey, happy new year tomorrow." Jessie greeted Max.
"Thanks Jess, let's not forget, we also got a new century along with it." Max pointed out in thanks as he shaved off the remaining hairs on his chin and above he upper lip.
"hmm... hmm." Jessie hummed in agreement as she nodded her head yes.
The third and last vision Max has of the different reality of his world running in his mind is it dusk turning to night, he's at the Melbourne stadium car park and is sitting on the bonnet of his super trobo charged V8 Holden intercepter, waiting for his son who started work experience at the hall of justice.
A horn beeped from his left side. He turned his head to the left and saw a petrol car in a late 1990's V8 Holden commerdore. It's trobo charged too, but has a slicker aerodamatoics, ovel headlights and a medium blue light glowing from undernigth the car.
The driver popped his head out of the car revealing it to be his son Sprong smiling at Max and waved greatly at him. Max Smiled back at his son and lifted his right hand opened to him in greeting.
"G-day Dad." Sprong greeted his father.
"Hey son, that's a nice ride you got there." Max complicated Sprong greetfully.
"Thanks, I just got it upgraded." Sprong thanked Max before popping his head and right arm back in.
Sprong spotted a lane beside his Dad's vehicle on his right, stopped in fount of the parking spot and carefully reversed it into the parking spot, bring forced of his surroundings and the concrete buffer behind him.
After making sure the car's parked in the spot properly, he shut his window on the driver side door, turned off the ignition, gets out the key, opened the door got out of his car, shut the door, locked it with the central locking, puts the keys in the right fount pocket of his jacket and zips the pocket shut.
All the while Max saw his son lock the car in a way he never seen before
"Your car can be locked like that?" Max asked Sprong as he pointed to the car with an index finger from his left hand.
Sprong nodded a yes to his Father as he looked toward him.
"Yeah it's central locking. Not only that, it has improved seatbelts, fountal air bags, power steering and power windows." Sprong answered Max.
Max nodded to his son in approval to him, feeling jealous of the confenvence of his son's V8 but also concerned about the extra wright from the technology and airbags. He stood up off his car, started his way to his tusk in the stadium and gustured for his son to follow on which Sprong oblinged to for Sprong had work experience with him.
After the third and final vision of e different reality of his world, Max is back in the current reality of his destroyed world.
He looked around him and saw that his car lost all the interior on the doors, the left mirror broken off, the top half of the fount seats beside the the drver's seat he's on missing and the scenery surrounding him is almost bearin desert with dead plants and vey few living ones dying.
Max looked down at the bonnet and saw the third layer of paint with much of it being flacked off and rust showing instead of black paint. Max sighed in disappointment his he gazed back on the road in fount of him as he thought back about the visions he just had.
"Great. There're just day dreams. If the grovenmeant agreed to have everything on wheels running on shit or whatever the fuck's called algae biofuel, there be no motorcycle gangs killing people, I would still have my family and the bombs wouldn't have dropped." Max whined to himself, missing his family and the beautiful world that planet earth once was before the bombs were dropped.
Coming in from the horizon, a void appeared right on the road. Max opened his eyes wide from the sight of the swealing void that appeared out of no where.
"What the fuck is that? This looks like one of Steven Hawking's theories happening before my eyes." Max said to himself in wonder just as two motorcycle savagers armed with crosswords on the arms they closed to strapped them on appeared behind Max from a rock they were hiding and started chasing Max and his car.
Max heard the sound of their engines roar and pushed hard of the acculturation petal to make his V8 go faster. But it didn't help for the two motor cycles are faster for wigthing less and we're catching up to Max. This made Max get his leftt hand off the steering wheel again to hit the trobo boost button.
He pushed it and puts his leftt hand back on the gearshift as the trobo pulled the V8 away from the savagers and toward the void and puts it on second gear.
"Wherever this thing takes me, I hope it'll be better than an endless desert." Max thought in hopes for a better place in earth's past from the void, thinking that it's a wormhole as he sets both hands on the steering wheel.
Max drove into the void and it grew smaller and disappeared as mestsuriously as it appeared before the motor cycle savagers have a chance to follow him into it on their chase.