Max cursed. He was out of fuel, and was in the middle of nowhere. This time, it really was the end. All those years of surviving and he'd ended up out of water, food and fuel, leaning against the side of his own car. Night would fall soon, and he would be lost to the deep, dark abyss of sleep. That couldn't happen. Max struggled to haul himself to his feet. He eventually managed it, and scanned the area around him. All he could see was a vast expanse of unforgiving sand. It was dangerous even without the constant threat of marauders trying to steal your gas and your guns.
The Interceptor had run to the last drop, as the car always did. Max cursed again as he walked to his fuel tanks. He disarmed his booby trap; a suicide was not the way he wanted to go. He knocked the bottoms to see if there was any fuel left in them. There wasn't. Max cursed a third time, as he was now completely done for. The wasteland had decided to kill him in the most common of ways: dehydration. He shed his leather in the drivers seat of the car. As he did, he saw the dog seat in the passenger door. "Where's he gotten to?" Max asked the car as he shut the door.
As he did this, something caught his eye. Right there, just hidden by a sheet of rough, sandpaper-like bedding was a small jerry can. Max hurriedly opened up the door again and grabbed it. It was light, which wasn't a good sign. Max quickly checked the amount of fuel in the can and then poured it into the tank. There wasn't enough for a huge run to the next settlement, but there was just enough to get to where he was going. Max inwardly smiled. Once he had finished filling up, he called to Dog. The mutt came scrambling over a small dune after a couple of seconds of waiting with something in his mouth. "What's that, Dog?" Max asked as the dog edged forward. He then saw that it was a small rodent. "Where'd you get that?" Max asked, seeing a potential source of food.
When the dog said nothing and just jumped into the car with his treasure, Max decided to have a look over the dune. He saw nothing but sand and dust, like all the other times he'd looked around him for the past few weeks. He walked back to his car and sat in the leather driver's seat, the only remnant of a once comfortable interior. He closed his eyes, inserted his keys and twisted. The roaring of the V8 was so loud that Dog jumped up and looked around. Max simply opened his eyes and put his foot to the floor.