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[Challenge #1] Scrap Metal (Jack H.)
(Yes, I know it's late, but hey, random and late is better than never is good, right?)
Jo surveyed her truck, which was currently sitting in the middle of a junk yard, with a whole bunch of other strange objects sticking randomly out of piles that looked like they had no order whatsoever. She eyed it critically. It would need a new windshield, as well as a few new doors. Either way, it was clear that she would need a new truck of some kind unless she had money to save it. She doubted that, unless she could hustle it out of some people, and that would take time. So stealing a new car would have to do for now, as much as she hated to admit it to herself. Hands on her jean clad hips, Jo just shook her head, blond hair flying nearly everywhere as she did so.
"What am I gonna do with you?" she asked her truck, not expecting a response. It was a rhetorical question after all. "Better yet, how did you get here?" Last time she had seen it was when the Hospital staff had showed it to her, and it didn't look it could be moved. All the tires were gone, hubcaps gone. Doors like they were smashed in, which meant that Jo had exited the truck headfirst probably by flying out the dashboard. At least it explained the hole, but it didn't explain the reason why her head was still intact. Maybe it was the City and it's amazing medical skills. She nearly snorted, but stopped herself. The City it seemed had its own agenda, and she was perhaps better off not knowing.
Turning to the rest of the scrap metal, alien to Jo and probably all other humans, she arched an eyebrow. "Now where the hell did I hide my gun?"
Jo surveyed her truck, which was currently sitting in the middle of a junk yard, with a whole bunch of other strange objects sticking randomly out of piles that looked like they had no order whatsoever. She eyed it critically. It would need a new windshield, as well as a few new doors. Either way, it was clear that she would need a new truck of some kind unless she had money to save it. She doubted that, unless she could hustle it out of some people, and that would take time. So stealing a new car would have to do for now, as much as she hated to admit it to herself. Hands on her jean clad hips, Jo just shook her head, blond hair flying nearly everywhere as she did so.
"What am I gonna do with you?" she asked her truck, not expecting a response. It was a rhetorical question after all. "Better yet, how did you get here?" Last time she had seen it was when the Hospital staff had showed it to her, and it didn't look it could be moved. All the tires were gone, hubcaps gone. Doors like they were smashed in, which meant that Jo had exited the truck headfirst probably by flying out the dashboard. At least it explained the hole, but it didn't explain the reason why her head was still intact. Maybe it was the City and it's amazing medical skills. She nearly snorted, but stopped herself. The City it seemed had its own agenda, and she was perhaps better off not knowing.
Turning to the rest of the scrap metal, alien to Jo and probably all other humans, she arched an eyebrow. "Now where the hell did I hide my gun?"