Amidst the shattered remnants of civilization, he drove over broken roads in his all terrain refrigeration truck, always keeping one eye on the rad detector. He’d learned which routes to take to avoid the constant threat of Mutie attack. Survivor towns were few and far between, and they relied on him and the Bessies he’d managed to keep healthy.
But there was a roadblock ahead: Muties had built a barrier across the old highway, and waited behind it with their clubs and spears. There was no way around he could see, he’d have to fight.
The milk must go through.
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Title by: Peter Keller
Story by: David
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