Romans & histoires Post Apocalypse Truck

As much as his mom tried to teach him, Meph gets into all kinds of trouble because he doesn’t know when to back off. Run when the hair on your arm stand up. That’s one of the many survival lessons she taught Meph. But she is no longer in the picture. She left him alone in this merciless, post apocalypse world. At least he won’t suffer the trembling fear when death knocks. Standing calmly in front of the door, Meph waits, an arm’s length away from the malicious voice. Rule number one of the Soul Trial: Everything can be a trial. A question. A conversation. Anything. And just like any trial, there is reward in passing, and punishment in failing.

"Rest easy! We only just met, less than half an hour ago, but I swear this — as long as I'm still alive, one day I'll rip off the Wolf Pack Guild Leader's head with my own hands, and offer it up to your spirit!" At the rear of the line, a convoy of over a dozen vehicles flying the "Scrap Guild" banner had just arrived. At the head, in a Level 4 truck, Danny wiped sweat from his brow, still calculating what supplies he'd want in exchange for today's scrap metal. "Where's the boss?" He'd only just stuck his head out the window when he saw a scene that made his heart stop cold. A black motorhome, one he knew all too well, was charging alone toward a steel wall of hundreds of armed rigs, and had

“Too many cameras. What’s in the go-bag in the switch car?” ​“Cash, first aid, ammo, protein bars,” Adrian listed. “Enough for a few days.” ​“It’ll have to do.” ​We pulled into a dimly lit parking garage near LAX. It was deserted. ​Adrian drove to the fourth level and parked next to a nondescript gray Ford F-150 truck. It was old, dusty, and looked like something a contractor would drive. ​“Everyone out,” Adrian ordered. “Fast.” ​We scrambled out of the SUV. The air in the garage was cool and smelled of oil.

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

With Amelia’s friends off on a mission to help me organise the best first date I can, I go and sit on the front steps of the packhouse to wait for my truck to arrive. Thankfully with all the stuff that’s gone on so far today time is moving quickly, so I don’t have to wait long. I’m waiting for maybe twenty minutes when I can see the red exterior of my GMC Sierra 2500 in the distance. It’s good to have my baby back. I get up just as my truck pulls in with an SUV pulling in behind it. I walk over as Calix gets out of my truck and Aiden gets out of the SUV.

Modifying them further was almost a waste. Back before the collapse, rich kids loved turning perfectly good supercars into obnoxious status symbols with engines loud enough to wake half the city. Now, though, they were perfect. Zeph inspected the vehicles carefully. From what he could see, all three SUVs were still in excellent condition. The vehicles themselves were high quality, but the sealed shipping containers were the real reason they survived the flooding and deep freeze intact. Honestly, it felt like the apocalypse had finally decided to give something back for once.

I growled. Gunner dropped his hands and there was a new truck sitting there. My mouth dropped. It was a beauty! Newer Chevy 2500 Duramax with a lift kit. He had it custom painted with primary color being black, but then shades of green, purple, and blue were thrown in with specks of white to make it look like the galaxy. I walked all the way around it in awe. “You like it?” He asked finally. “I think I’m in love.” I said still looking around the truck.

I stepped back from the bar and answered immediately. “I found their truck,” he said. My stomach rolled in anticipation. I needed those two old troublemakers to be safe. “Are they okay?” Silence for a minute. “It’s come off the road, just past Hangman’s Bend.” “Did they have a crash?” “I don’t know that yet. There’s significant damage to the truck.” I was getting impatient. “Are they ok? Just tell me.” “I wish I could tell you that. There’s just no sign of them anywhere. It’s like they've just disappeared into thin air.”

“You go see world small. Staying inside all day make head weak.” She turned to Thomas. “You bring her back before dark.” “Yes, boss,” he said, mockingly bowing. ___________ An hour later, I found myself standing outside staring at what Thomas proudly called his truck, which looked like it had survived at least three wars, two floods, and one bad marriage. The paint was chipped beyond recognition, the side mirror on the passenger side was cracked and held in place with tape, and when Thomas turned the key, it coughed like a dying old lady.

If it weren't for my wanting Sasha to receive more help, I would never have left her alone back at the base camp while Jasper and I went out in search of a larger water source. Before leaving, Jasper promised me that his parents would take good care of her in our absence. However, judging from how quickly Jasper abandoned me, I no longer trusted him with our daughter's life. I had to rush back as quickly as possible. The sun had become twice as hot and intense ever since the start of the apocalypse. My legs were shaky as I returned to the temporary shelter that the search team had built while in search of the larger water sources. When I pushed the door open, I saw that the other teams had a