Mad Blake: Furry Road

The Prologue

In the middle of a barren landscape, lies a collection of beaten and sand covered wreckage. Cars, some trucks, and a gas tank with a gaping hole. Among the wreckage stands a lone figure. A figure that looks just a beaten and worn out as the wreckage around her. Dressed in a leather vest with a shoulder pad that one could argue was in worse condition than the halved car the figure was stood next to. The sawed-off shotgun at her side was, understandably, the only thing on her person in any kind of good condition.

The figure focuses in on the overturned box truck on the other end of the area of wreckage. As she begins to approach it, she turns her head to side to read the name on the back: 'From Dust Till Dawn.' The door on the back of the truck, propped open by the hood of a car, revealed the truck to be empty of cargo. Instead, the figure brings her attention to the front of the truck, where she spots the gas tank. She crouches next to it, and knocks on the tank. The bone dry tank rings out across the Wasteland like a bell. Disappointed, the figure stands back up, and scans the rest of the wreckage for anything of note. She stops her scanning when she hears a noise come from the other side of the box truck. Pulling the shotgun from its holster and aiming it before her, she cautiously makes her way around the dusty engine of the truck. Rounding the corner with a threatening stance, she spots the source of the noise she had heard.

"Bark!"

Blake pulls the trigger of the shotgun pointed at the small corgi sitting in front of her. The shotgun responds with only a click, and the dog remains in one piece. She pulls the trigger a second time, but is again greeted only with a pathetic click. She puts the misfiring weapon away, and looks back to the dog, which has not moved an inch. After a moment of unbroken eye contact, she waves her hands at the dog in a 'shooing' motion. The dog does not budge. Blake tries again, but still to no avail.

"Go away. Get."

The dog doesn't respond to her verbal request, and in a motion of frustration, Blake moves to kick the dog. Before she can, she stops abruptly, the feline set of ears on the top of her head twitching. The dog's ears also move to attention, hearing the same sound that Blake had heard. Both stand still for a long moment, listening intently to the inaudible noise. The dog then turns and crawls into the cab of the box truck, and Blake sprints toward the car on the hill behind her.

She gets into the car, and rushes to start it. Rather than roar to life, the engine instead struggles to make a noise that is not even close to resembling a roar. It coughs and sputters, then goes silent. Blake tries again, but the engine still does not start. The noise that was inaudible before is now becoming clear. Blake sticks her head out the window and turns to look behind the car. In the distance, she spots four vehicles moving hastily towards her. Now in a panic, Blake tries again and again to start the car. When it still refuses, she gets out and runs to the rear of the car. She places her hands on the back of the car, and begins to push down the hill. Once it starts to move on its own, she runs back to the driver seat and start to turn the key once more. The engine, though still not starting, is making more promising noises than the times before. Blake closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and give one last turn of the key.

The engine sounds out with a magnificent roar, the most beautiful noise that Blake had ever heard. She slams her foot down on the pedal and the car hurtles away, leaving a cloud of sand behind it. The sand begins to settle down after a few moments, but is thrown into the air again by the four dune buggies rushing after Blake.

In her rear-view mirror, Blake can see the brightly coloured, red and gold dune buggies fast approaching her. Knowing that she could never outrun them in her heavily modified and armoured hatchback, she begrudgingly gets ready for a fight. She pulls the shotgun from her side, only to remember how it misfired earlier. She tosses it on the passenger seat and reaches behind her. She pulls out her old weapon, Gambol shroud, which is sporting a broken blade as there's no place to repair such an elaborate weapon in the Wasteland. She unloads the clip that was in it, and pulls out a multi-coloured Dust clip from the car's glove box and loads it with that instead.

The dune buggies, which have caught up with her car, surround her in a square formation. On the top of each car stood an armoured man, holding a spear with rockets taped to it and the same red and gold colour scheme of the vehicles. The rims of their wheels were all uniform with the shape of spear going through the centre of them. The driver of the car next to the driver side of Black car, leans out of his car and yells to her in the most menacingly way he could.

"We're sorry! Ha ha ha ha!"

The spears on the rims of the wheels extend out on a hinge, the pointed tips facing outwards. In unison, the two front dune buggies swerve toward Blake's car, intending to tear apart her front tires. Anticipating this, Blake slams on the breaks and falls back before the other vehicles can hit her. Instead of hitting her, the two dune buggies collide with each other. One turns away from the fight and stops, now immobilized, and the other flips over dramatically and explodes in a large cloud of flame and thick, black smoke. The dune buggies slow down, their vision impaired by the cloud of smoke. Completely unconcerned, Blake thunders past the dune buggies, barrelling straight through the smoke.

Once clear of the smoke, and temporarily away from her pursuers, she places the brick laying by her feet into the harness that is affixed to the pedal. With the car now moving on its own, Blake gets up, climbs out the window, and sits on the door. She holds up the broken Gambol Shroud and takes aim at the dune buggy that is quickly closing the distance between them and her. Simultaneously, the man on the back readies himself to throw his rocket powered spear. Blake opens fire on him with Dust infused bullets that left a trail of fire in their wake. She manages to hit the man perched atop the vehicle, but not before he could throw the spear at Blake. It makes contact with her car, and lodges itself in the spare tire on the back of her car. Now that she can see it up close, she notices that the spears are also equipped with an explosive. She watches the fuse become shorter and shorter, with a dumbfounded look on her face, until it is nearly gone.

Blake slides herself back into the driver seat just as the spear explodes. The car violently shakes from the force of the explosion, but continues to move along. After a moment, Blake notices a decline in her speed. She leans out the window, and looks back to see that her back tires are nearly destroyed. The wheel on her side, which was knocked crooked by the explosion, wobbled back and forth violently, threatening to fall off at any second. Blake sits back into her seat, contemplating her new circumstances.

Meanwhile, the dune buggies, one of which was now missing a passenger, have caught up with her again and are making their way into position on either side of her. Blake, still unsure of her plan, instinctively grabs the shotgun next her and puts it back in its holster. She turns to either side of her, taking note of her current circumstances. She then makes a look like she'd reached an important decision and aggressively spins the steering wheel to the left, smashing into the dune buggy before it could smash into her. The man on top of the car if knocked off by the force of the collision, and is left behind as he rolls onto the ground behind the car. The spears on the wheels of the dune buggy tear apart what's left the wheels on Blake's car, and her car rolls over, continuing to slide upside down along with the dune buggies. Now at about eye level with the tires of the vehicle next to her, Blake makes quick work of them with Gambol Shroud, bringing the dune buggy to halt right along with her car.

Now at a dead stop, Blake begins to climb out the window of her car so that she can finish of the driver of the buggy she'd stopped. However, the driver, who was the same on who had yelled to her earlier, made his way over to Blake before she could get out and pulls her out of the car, kicking Gambol Shroud away from her. He lifts her to her feet and pins her against the door of the car, and goes to whisper something to her.

"Hello again."

Before he could say anything else, Blake breaks free of his grasp, and makes a dash for Gambol Shroud. She picks it up and aims at the man running toward her, then pulls the trigger.

*Click*

"Oh you have got to be kidding-"

In a last second decision before the man reaches to grab her, she points the broken blade at the man, and he runs right into it. He looks down at the blade that is lodged in his chest, just before falling to the ground, taking Gambol Shroud with him. The other car, which had carried on down the road a short distance, had now made its way back to Blake, just in time for the driver to see her impale his comrade. Before he stops, he jumps out of the still moving vehicle, brandishing a spear lacking any sort of pyrotechnics. Before he can reach her, Blake pulls out the shotgun and points it at him. He stops in his tracks, not knowing that the shotgun doesn't work.

"Put it down."

The driver puts down his spear, at Blake's request, and puts his hands behind his head. Blake walks up to him, and picks up the discarded spear. He apologizes profusely as Blake does a check to make sure he isn't still armed. Still pointing the gun at him, she begins to inspect his dune buggy. The driver, too afraid to turn around, doesn't notice her get into the driver seat of the still running car. She sets the spear down next to her, puts the shotgun back in its holster, and slams her foot down on the pedal of the car. Hearing his vehicle drive away, the man gets back on his feet and runs after Blake, yelling unintelligible words.