Post by Stu Pott on May 31, 2012 22:30:59 GMT -8
The jeep roared as it tore down the street. Empty of the hunks of former cars, either stripped of their parts or fixed up and operated. Either way, there wasn't much traffic and there wasn't much in his way. The roads were cracked and broken but this jeep had been suped up.
The camoflauge on the outside would normally have been considered a tactical bonus, except it was pretty shittily done and in greens as opposed to urban darks. He didn't know who made that choice, nor did he care. He pulled at the cigarette in his mouth and blew out into the whipping wind around him.
He slowed down and took a corner at forty miles per hour onto a wide avenue, opening up the throttle and gunning it. The engine was a mythical beast awakening from a deep slumber, a low thick rumbling that rattled teeth.
---
It moved across hot ground, it's feet skittering in the heat. It was on the outskirts of the city, far enough from what remained of civilization that it no longer feared the great iron beasts that used to frequent this place.
It sniffed at the side of the road where the gravel had begun to break away, big hunks that would seem insignificant to a person but were small boulders to it. It decided these rocks were not for eating. It moved on towards a shoot and began nibbling at it.
---
The wind tore at the hat that was rammed onto his head, one hand having crushed it against his head to keep it from flying away at this vicious speed. At this speed, a human's reaction times no longer mattered; it was life or death based on the smallest minute movements of that steering wheel, and it definitely should not be handled by anyone not giving their full attention to the task at hand.
Of course, he wasn't. The cigarette had long since flown away, impossible to smoke anything that was almost immediately smothered from the sheer amount of air passing through the cabin of that beat up jeep.
His eyes darted around the road trying to keep an eye out for anything that might make him buy it a little earlier than he wanted. He couldn't see anything, so he laid it on even thicker. That engine began to rattle the car as if the fault line had opened up in his trunk.
---
With the shoot devoured, the thing sniffed again at the asphalt. It was hot, but not overbearingly so; however it was also sticky, and it interested it greatly.
It put one foot hesitantly on the black rocks, and then another. It mounted up onto the strange material, and began walking forward. it changed color, though it's simple mind didn't really notice anything other than it wasn't the same. It forgot the difference as quickly.
There was no grass here. This was not a good spot.
--
By the time he saw the thing, it was too late. Hell, he could've spotted it 10 second earlier, hanging out on the side of the road, and it wouldn't have made a difference. That poor little thing was dead before it even got onto the road.
The thud came and went without throwing a wrench into his plans, and he put the death out of his mind almost as quickly as the thing had appeared. He put another cigarette in his mouth, flipped open the lighter and lit it.
--
The roar was unmistakable as he turned and saw the great big metal beast. The beast hurtled at it with such ferocity that it was glued to the spot in fear and shock. The beast hit and it felt nothing.
The wheel came down almost perfectly on it, crushing it's head and body in one fell swoop. It was moving so fast that it literally squeezed the entirety of it out like a toothpaste roll. It's body broken and crushed, it died without even understanding what happened to it.
The camoflauge on the outside would normally have been considered a tactical bonus, except it was pretty shittily done and in greens as opposed to urban darks. He didn't know who made that choice, nor did he care. He pulled at the cigarette in his mouth and blew out into the whipping wind around him.
He slowed down and took a corner at forty miles per hour onto a wide avenue, opening up the throttle and gunning it. The engine was a mythical beast awakening from a deep slumber, a low thick rumbling that rattled teeth.
---
It moved across hot ground, it's feet skittering in the heat. It was on the outskirts of the city, far enough from what remained of civilization that it no longer feared the great iron beasts that used to frequent this place.
It sniffed at the side of the road where the gravel had begun to break away, big hunks that would seem insignificant to a person but were small boulders to it. It decided these rocks were not for eating. It moved on towards a shoot and began nibbling at it.
---
The wind tore at the hat that was rammed onto his head, one hand having crushed it against his head to keep it from flying away at this vicious speed. At this speed, a human's reaction times no longer mattered; it was life or death based on the smallest minute movements of that steering wheel, and it definitely should not be handled by anyone not giving their full attention to the task at hand.
Of course, he wasn't. The cigarette had long since flown away, impossible to smoke anything that was almost immediately smothered from the sheer amount of air passing through the cabin of that beat up jeep.
His eyes darted around the road trying to keep an eye out for anything that might make him buy it a little earlier than he wanted. He couldn't see anything, so he laid it on even thicker. That engine began to rattle the car as if the fault line had opened up in his trunk.
---
With the shoot devoured, the thing sniffed again at the asphalt. It was hot, but not overbearingly so; however it was also sticky, and it interested it greatly.
It put one foot hesitantly on the black rocks, and then another. It mounted up onto the strange material, and began walking forward. it changed color, though it's simple mind didn't really notice anything other than it wasn't the same. It forgot the difference as quickly.
There was no grass here. This was not a good spot.
--
By the time he saw the thing, it was too late. Hell, he could've spotted it 10 second earlier, hanging out on the side of the road, and it wouldn't have made a difference. That poor little thing was dead before it even got onto the road.
The thud came and went without throwing a wrench into his plans, and he put the death out of his mind almost as quickly as the thing had appeared. He put another cigarette in his mouth, flipped open the lighter and lit it.
--
The roar was unmistakable as he turned and saw the great big metal beast. The beast hurtled at it with such ferocity that it was glued to the spot in fear and shock. The beast hit and it felt nothing.
The wheel came down almost perfectly on it, crushing it's head and body in one fell swoop. It was moving so fast that it literally squeezed the entirety of it out like a toothpaste roll. It's body broken and crushed, it died without even understanding what happened to it.
