Many days Max and Fiona voyaged through dust. Miles and miles swept by, Max could feel them even though he could not see the mile marker. They were nearing the destination however Max hadn't known what he was looking for. "What is it that we are looking for?" Max seeks.
Fiona eyes Max from head to toe, as if contemplating what makes him tick. "I am not sure." She admits. Max frowns then stares out the window.
He drifts thinking of the faces he will see after so long. The helicopter man had saved his life two times. Max had never saved his. So, this was a chance to change the numbers. He continued to contemplate his thoughts until they were shaken away by Fiona speaking.
"Max, where did you go after the battle?" She pries. Max thought for a moment. Reclaiming the memories from a few years back. "I left and helped more poor bastards." He says finally.
Fiona stare at him for the longest time. "We weren't poor, we could have figured something out." Fiona rebuke. Max shakes the words off and continues to drive. Fiona begins peering around his car. "I never actually looked around." She says.
She begins snooping all around Max's car. Searching every compartment, satchel and corner of the car. She becomes silent after pulling a piece of paper from the back. Fiona eyes the picture. 'At least she is calm now.' Max thought. "Is that your family?" Fiona ask quietly. Max looks at the photo in her hands and grits his teeth.
Max stops the car abruptly and snatches the picture from Fiona. He lay it inside his shirt pocket and presses the acceleration. His eyes narrow on the horizon, he says no word, but Fiona understands she overstep.
The two are silent for the longest time. The day settles, and the night emerges. Fiona rolls onto her side and closes her eyes, listening to the rumble of Max's V8. She drifts into a faint sleep. Imagining she is with her group again rather then this broken drifter.
She has no beef with Max, she just wishes he wasn't so pissed at everything. There are things to look forward to now, there just not that often. Soon her thoughts whisk away, and she is truly asleep. Max watch as Fiona lay breathing faintly. He smirks slightly, he could not see how someone so calm and admirable could've survived this long.
He watches two things for the night, her and the open road. He misses being with someone. He misses his Jessie. His eyes water but then he wipes it away. He remembers the time right before she died. She went to the beach, while Max was working on the car.
She was being stalked by damned Toe cutter. She was chased, she was run over by their motorcycles. Max had rushed them to the nearest hospital, but they couldn't help. Sprog died first, of course he was an infant. Then Jessie passed on. Max couldn't even say goodbye.
He wept more at the thought. Then Max recalled what he did to that gang. He hunts and killed every last one. He took pleasure in killing each in a disturbing way. In fact, he had pride for doing this, He remembered how he finally killed Toe cutter. He forced the leader right into the hood of a semi-truck. Max had heard they couldn't recover anything of the body.
Thinking about those past events Max made a crooked grin. He remembered how much suffering he had endured, and he enhanced it onto the people that had caused it. When it came down to it, Max knew that it was twisted what he did. But he had done it anyway. For the sake of his family.
Many hours passed while Max drove, many thoughts passed as well. Soon Fiona awoke from her slumber. She didn't say good morning to Max as she did every other morning instead she woke and watched him.
Finally, she spoke. "I'm sorry Max." Max stare at Fiona for a moment. "It's fine." He husked. "I'm sorry as well." Fiona gives Max a toothy grin. The car stops abruptly. The two flew into the dash board, "Ow!" Fiona whined. "The hell was that?" she inquired. Max glared at the dash, "It's out of gas." Max examined. He climbed out the door and walked to the trunk. He opened it and grabbed one of the many guzzaline cans they had.
He filled the tank with luscious juice and they continued. Max had noticed that they were nearing their destination. Just the morning since Fiona woke, they had seen three war parties. Consisting of four cars each. "They're patrolling a camp." Max explained. Fiona nod. Max slowly creeps his car onto a hill. He steps out with his binoculars, Fiona tries to follow but Max refuse. "No, its too dangerous." He rebukes. Fiona grumble but sat back in the Interceptor. Max watches the land before him, like an eagle. He watches for his metaphorical prey. Someone to interrogate. Minutes of waiting provides what Max seeks.
A small party comes from the South. It has only a car and bike. "It seems too easy." Max mumbles. He hikes to his car and hit the ignition. It roars, and they chase the party. The terrain beneath them is rougher than the road they had been driving on. The Interceptor bounces. Max watches the party from a distance. In the car in front of them the men are yapping about the car following them. "Who is this one?" Askes one man. "Maybe more troops." Responds the other. Max accelerates into the car's rear. One of the men cracks his head against the dash hard. He begins to bleed immensely. He goes limp in the car and the driver stare behind him at Max.
Max sees the yellow and white paint on the men. "War Boys." Max grimaced. "They are who took my people?" Fiona asks. Max nods. His face hardens. "They are taking your friends, and most likely your friends are their spare body parts." Max scowled. Fiona felt her body stop. She felt weightless hearing the news of her friend's chance of being spare parts. Max shot the tire of the car, it was a bug. It came to a halt, he shot the other motorcyclist. He sputtered and crashed, the sand was covered in crimson.
Max dashed out of his car and yanked the surviving driver from his car. He cracked his nose several times till blood creeped out. He did this just to shake up the man, to make it easier to get the answers he seeks. "Where are the captives?" He roars. The war boy doesn't answer only does he make gibberish. Max threw him to the ground and kicked his side, hearing bones crack Max picked the wat boy up again. "Where are the captives." He repeats. "In the center of the maze, twisted walls of stone will lead you to what you seek outsider." The war boy limericks. "What is that supposed to mean?" Max asks. But the war boy doesn't answer. Instead his body relaxed, and he died.
Max grew angry with the details he achieved. "This gained nothing." He growls. He shoves the body to the ground. Fiona watched the entire scene from inside the car. She watched Max's work in horror and glee at the same moment. She was just happy Max was on her side rather against. Max slide into the seat covering his face with his rugged hands. He let out a sigh and out his hands down. Fiona gripped his hand, "Max its closer then where we were a few minutes ago." She smiles. Max glares her. "You know, why am I doing this for you anyway?"
Fiona responds took by surprise. "It is for a better cause Max, you can join us Max." It won't be a struggle with help." Max stops his fight and agrees, "Maybe." He says. 'we have to search for more parties' Max thinks. He hits the ignition in search for more poor bastards to kill.