Friday Night Drabble Party!
"Crapped-Together Vehicles"
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Crapped-Together Vehicles
By
Jake Bible
Standing on the mesa’s edge, Gerard rested his rifle against his shoulder, his eyes locked on the mess of crapped-together vehicles and sad fools below.
“He’ll rip them to shreds,” he said to Makela.
“Then we pick up the pieces,” Makela replied, her blades twirling in her hands, around and around again.
“They thought we’d save them.”
“They are fools, G. Bunch of survies. Just eking by. I ain't going back to eking by, G. Are you?”
“Suppose not.”
“Then let the Brawler rip them to shreds.”
Gerard nodded and the two turned and walked off back into the wasteland.
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