Part 9
---Road Trippin'---
Her weary head swam in confusion. Despite being completely exhausted, her head tumbled and fumbled on the pillow. So many questions rang in her head like tattered old church bells.
What was this Soop Dragon? Who was this man with all the answers? Would this plot be successful? Exactly how do you cook an egg?
She came to grip with the fact that, in good time, these questions would be answered, but that did little to stop her mind rumbling along like a freight train. She could not find peace at this moment; therefore she could not rest easy.
It was well into the early morning before she finally collapsed into sleep.
The dawn greeted her harshly with blinding light and shook her from her slumber. Today, Tigerlily would have her questions answered.
Her dashing roommate was packed and ready to go by the time her tiny feet hit the bottom step. He seemed anxious and preoccupied. There was a hint of seriousness in his movements. This was a rare emotional state for him.
"Crowd?" she began.
"Yes?"
"What happens when we get all of the answers?"
"More than likely, it will open the door to more questions," he stated with an error of wisdom. (Editor's note. we sent this back telling the writer he had screwed up, but he insisted it was a subtle joke. Whatever!)
They loaded everything they would need for the trip in the trusty Shit Brown 2.1 liter four cylinder Mustang POS special edition crowd-mobile, grabbed some piping hot 7-11 coffee with loads of sugar and French Vanilla creamer, and headed off down the road.
Each knew where the other's mind was, and were kind to each other by using distracting conversation to keep sane.
The highway was brutal. Ever since the events that have been named in all of the papers as "The Ring of Fire", the streets had been torn to shreds and borderline impossible to travel on. Lucky for them, George had modified the engine and Double-Oh Timmy had modified the transmission to handle the horrid conditions of the roads.
There was a portion of the trip that they drove in complete silence. Each one was preparing their minds for what they would find ahead. Missy broke the silence.
"Who are we going to see?"
Crowd cleared his throat, "Do you remember the legend of the Knights of the Pound Table?"
"You mean we're going to see Don Quixote???"
"Not exactly. the gentleman we are going to see was one of those Knights. He is a man that can answer most any question; he is a man who is consumed by the pursuit of knowledge. So much that it has harshly affected his brain. and his libido! His name. is Mr. Radio." At that moment an explosion caused the car to swerve into the side of a hill and topple onto its side.
The two travelers pulled themselves from the wreckage and glanced around. The sight of the scorched earth that lies outside of the city was a humbling vision. The dust and smoke mixed with the blazing sunlight to cast a mysterious haze over the entire area. From the smell of low grade octane spilled everywhere, crowd knew in an instant that this was Road Warrior territory.
"Grab the stuff and be quick about it. we need to find some shelter until we get some new wheels," he barked.
Tigerlily scooped up all thirteen suitcases and headed toward the hill. Crowd stood in silence, listening to the wind. He was trying to catch a hint of where the attack came from and where he could expect the next one would take place.
Like the excruciating sound of a 5 am alarm clock, the sound of engines ripped through the sky in a deafening orchestra of death and despair. The attack was coming in from right in front of him. The only sounds that could be heard over the blaring engines were Tigerlily's shrieks of terror and an evil ominous laughter.
(. to be continued.)
Her weary head swam in confusion. Despite being completely exhausted, her head tumbled and fumbled on the pillow. So many questions rang in her head like tattered old church bells.
What was this Soop Dragon? Who was this man with all the answers? Would this plot be successful? Exactly how do you cook an egg?
She came to grip with the fact that, in good time, these questions would be answered, but that did little to stop her mind rumbling along like a freight train. She could not find peace at this moment; therefore she could not rest easy.
It was well into the early morning before she finally collapsed into sleep.
The dawn greeted her harshly with blinding light and shook her from her slumber. Today, Tigerlily would have her questions answered.
Her dashing roommate was packed and ready to go by the time her tiny feet hit the bottom step. He seemed anxious and preoccupied. There was a hint of seriousness in his movements. This was a rare emotional state for him.
"Crowd?" she began.
"Yes?"
"What happens when we get all of the answers?"
"More than likely, it will open the door to more questions," he stated with an error of wisdom. (Editor's note. we sent this back telling the writer he had screwed up, but he insisted it was a subtle joke. Whatever!)
They loaded everything they would need for the trip in the trusty Shit Brown 2.1 liter four cylinder Mustang POS special edition crowd-mobile, grabbed some piping hot 7-11 coffee with loads of sugar and French Vanilla creamer, and headed off down the road.
Each knew where the other's mind was, and were kind to each other by using distracting conversation to keep sane.
The highway was brutal. Ever since the events that have been named in all of the papers as "The Ring of Fire", the streets had been torn to shreds and borderline impossible to travel on. Lucky for them, George had modified the engine and Double-Oh Timmy had modified the transmission to handle the horrid conditions of the roads.
There was a portion of the trip that they drove in complete silence. Each one was preparing their minds for what they would find ahead. Missy broke the silence.
"Who are we going to see?"
Crowd cleared his throat, "Do you remember the legend of the Knights of the Pound Table?"
"You mean we're going to see Don Quixote???"
"Not exactly. the gentleman we are going to see was one of those Knights. He is a man that can answer most any question; he is a man who is consumed by the pursuit of knowledge. So much that it has harshly affected his brain. and his libido! His name. is Mr. Radio." At that moment an explosion caused the car to swerve into the side of a hill and topple onto its side.
The two travelers pulled themselves from the wreckage and glanced around. The sight of the scorched earth that lies outside of the city was a humbling vision. The dust and smoke mixed with the blazing sunlight to cast a mysterious haze over the entire area. From the smell of low grade octane spilled everywhere, crowd knew in an instant that this was Road Warrior territory.
"Grab the stuff and be quick about it. we need to find some shelter until we get some new wheels," he barked.
Tigerlily scooped up all thirteen suitcases and headed toward the hill. Crowd stood in silence, listening to the wind. He was trying to catch a hint of where the attack came from and where he could expect the next one would take place.
Like the excruciating sound of a 5 am alarm clock, the sound of engines ripped through the sky in a deafening orchestra of death and despair. The attack was coming in from right in front of him. The only sounds that could be heard over the blaring engines were Tigerlily's shrieks of terror and an evil ominous laughter.
(. to be continued.)