I don't own Mad Max , no one really owns Mad Max, not even George Miller. Why? Because Max is a free individual
The events of the Fury Road were just a few days past and yet they were still so fresh in my mind. When I closed my eyes I could still see Angharad as she fell from the War Rig, us not being able to do anything. I had seen stuff like it before, it comes with being a Warboy. But what I had seen prior was nothing in comparison to the grand scale of what I had seen on the Fury Road. Now so many have been lost, including Nux and Slit.
One day while I was going over some details with Toast about how the Warboys bunker is run I heard a shout from the lookout tower. I scrambled up to find that a lone figure was struggling across the desert. I looked through the glass.
"Its Nux!" I yelled. There was a scramble below and someone went out to grab him.
Hey, so I think Im going to put this story on hold for a bit. I have finals coming up, and I have really lost all form of inspiration for this fanfic. My depression has also gotten a lot worse, so I need to take time off to focus on that. Sorry all I don't know when I will update again on this.