User:LobotomizeMe/sandbox

The damned thing was down, again. I slammed the door a little harder than I should have. Once again, my volvo was acting up. While I got a lot more out of it than the thousand bucks I'd paid for it and its repairs, it's still prety frustrating to have one's only means of transportation be completely unreliable in the heat...in Tucson...in July. Still, I love the beast of a machine. It's called a Swedish brick by fans for both its not-so-aerodynamic design and apparent indestructibility.

My first thought is to text my girlfriend. That's always my first thought. "My car over-heated again." "Oh, honey. I'm sorry. Is it the fuel pump, again?" "Yeah. I'm just going to have to have it replaced. Roy says he can get me one for $40 in a couple of weeks." "That guy is so strange. But he knows his volvos." "I love you, sweetness" "I love you, too, handsome. Do you want me to pick you up?" "No, sweetie. Thanks, though. I know it's your night with Lindsay. I'm glad I don't work, tomorrow. I'll just wait for the day to cool off and drive home. I saw a place I want to check out a while back, so I'll spend some time exploring." "Have fun and send me pictures!" "Always do, love, if I see something I think you'd like. ;)"

Everything hurt.

Ren tried to open her eyes. Her vision was blurred and gummy, but she was able to see the dingy concrete floor. A puddle reflected a dim light. "I think I drooled." she thought. Her shoulders were on fire, pinned back to something. Her arms were numb, so she couldn't tell how.

She lifted her head, trying to see where she was or how she might get out. Then she heaved. To the left of a scratched green metal door were the heads of three of her gang on a shelf.

"What the fuck happened?" she whispered. Last she remembered, they had just raided a caravan on Route 40. It was a good haul. They had even won a couple of sweet young things to play with later. The girl looked particularly promising and Ren had laid dibs on her. Tender. Just the way she liked them.

Her gang had just gotten home when the shit hit the fan. Zip's head fairly exploded right next to them. A couple of seconds later, she'd felt like she'd been kicked in the head by a mule and everything went black.

Now she was here. "I guess I'm lucky I wear that fucking helmet." she mused. "I hope."

She had no idea how long she'd been out. She didn't even know what time of day it was. She sobbed and wondered if anyone got away. Now she was thirsty, her head hurt, and she couldn't feel her limbs. Horrified at the prospect of their being amputated by some sick fuck, she realized that it probably wouldn't hurt so much the way it did if that were true. Then she passed out, again.