Survival.
Survival is a difficult thing now. The world around me has been nothing but blood and lust ever since the day I was born. My name is Fury. My world has been blood and chaos ever since I was born. My father is in charge of a place called The Citadel with crazed men called War Boys.
The War Boys are surprisingly pale psychopaths in a world of heat and sand. They won't hesitate to kill anyone, or anything, in their master's path... I left that nightmare of a life when I was 13. My car isn't the most amazing, but it keeps me alive.
Spikes on the hood, roof, and trunk, flamethrowers on the back, tinted widows and windshield, and 2 pikes near the top for the head of each War Boy I kill. So far, I've slaughtered thirty... seven War Boys. I was traveling down the road they named after me when I saw a War Rig nearby. I grabbed my sawn-off shotgun and walked closer. I saw over 10 War Boys.
I finally crouched in a bush and listened.
"We need to find him!" A War Boy cried.
I stepped closer with my gun ready to shoot. I then saw 2 wide eyes look my way.
"THERE HE IS!" A War Boy cried.
I quickly got up and shot one. 2 more came at me, I put on my steel knucks and punched one dead and broke one's arm. I then elbowed his head, either killing him, or knocking him out cold. I then saw one grab a spear and lunge at me. I shot him and his corpse bounced back and hit the sand. I searched their cars for supplies and found Guzzoline and some water. Strange... It's rare for a War Boy to have water in the War Rigs... I grabbed it and placed the heads on my car. Now I've killed... forty five War Boys.
I drove down the road until I saw a broken car with a shirt with the words HELP on it. I stopped and walked out. I went to the car where I saw a man sleeping with a Crossbow on his chest. I carefully grabbed the Crossbow and poked him with it. He shook and he turned his head toward the source of his sudden awakening: Me.
"Who are you?" The man asked.
"My name is Fury. Fury of Fury Road. Who are you?" I asked.
"My name's Blake. I'm the only survivor of the MFP." The man said.
"That's impossible, the MFP is dead." I said.
He then reached in his pocket and pulled out a bronze object- a badge with the words BLAKE on it.
"Okay, so you are an officer. So what? You're here to save us all and evacuate the good to some 'city'?" I asked.
"No. I am as helpless as you are, by the looks of-" He stopped once he saw my pikes.
"See that? Those were people who got in my way. It won't work out for you." I said to him.
"Of course." Blake said as he got up.
"What do you need help with?" I asked him.
"Nothing. I could use a ride." Blake said.
"Where?" I asked.
"There's a camp just beyond the canyons." Blake said.
I looked at my car and saw there was enough room.
"Get in." I said to him.
He hopped in my car and we drove down the road to where Blake said his camp was. We were halfway there when I saw some War Boys in my rearview mirror!
"Take the wheel!" I said.
I hopped out and shot the car by the side. It flew back and exploded, bringing another car down with it to extinction. I grabbed a spear and chucked it at the car on the other side of us. It blew up and we kept driving.
"Too bad you can't keep count of those..." Blake said.
"No, I can. Let me take the wheel." I said.
I took over and circled back. I found the burning corpses and chopped the heads off. I shoved them down the pikes and hopped back in.
"Disgusting..." Blake said.
"You do what you need to do to give your enemies fear in this world..." I said.
"Part of me remembers life BEFORE the Wasteland..." Blake said.
I turned to him.
"There was a life before the Wasteland? Before the War Boys?" I asked.
"Oh, yes. It was a green, colorful world where no-one stabbed each other for no reason, everyone had so much water and food they sometimes never ate it, and don't get me STARTED on the other things that're now too far gone..." Blake said.
"I... I always thought that the world was ALWAYS this way..." I said.
"Well, it wasn't, but it is now. Me and my camp try to share stories about the old world. You should listen sometime." Blake said.
"Alright, I'm in. Now, let's go." I said containing my excitement.
We made it a few hours later and I saw the people. Blake walked out and said it was him. A woman came out and saw me in the car.
"Who's that?" She asked.
"This is Fury. Fury, this is Annette, my wife."
I didn't say a word. But I think I slightly gasped and it didn't go unnoticed.
"What is it?" Blake asked.
"Nothing. It's just... memories of the Citadel. What my father wanted me to do, what I DID do..." I said.
"Immortan Joe? He's your father?" Annette asked.
"Yes. It haunts me every day knowing that our blood is one and the same..." I said.
"You should stay for the night. We have enough water and food for you." Blake offered.
"Blake! You know what Davis will do!" Annette said.
"Who's Davis?" I asked.
"Our leader. He keeps us going, but he hates the Citadel..." Blake said.
"I wouldn't blame him. Not after..." I said.
"After what?" Blake said.
"Nothing. I'll try to work things out with your leader." I said.