and rammed Gabby’s car while his tentacles slid underneath to puncture her gas tank. The bitch swerved over and yelled, “Fucking freak!” Five seconds later she was skidding off the road, her car’s gas tank quickly being siphoned while another tentacle was forcing itself into the engine. Drac decided he wasn’t going to waste any time getting that bitch out of the race even if it meant not being able to take a shot at Lord Bing Bong. Gabby’s vehicle spun three-hundred and sixty degrees, her car torn apart by Drac’s tentacles. She was screaming bloody murder as she realized it was over for her unless she got another car. Drac’s car. She jumped out of the driver’s side, guns blazing and screaming like a goddamn banshee. Her blonde hair was flapping angrily in the wind. Gabby wasn’t aiming her guns but she came pretty close to hitting Drac . “You got balls, bitch,” Drac said, retracting the tentacles but finding they were stuck in the wreckage of Gabby’s car. He’d have to handle her the old-fashioned way. No big deal. He had no qualms about fighting a woman face to face. Besides, he didn’t really consider that bitch wasn’t much of a woman at all. She was just a typical delusional head case of the post-apocalyptic world.
III. Who the hell did that glass- skulled freak think he was? Gabby had been talking to her friend on the phone when that piece of shit sent his tentacles under her car. “I’ll have to call you back,” she said, putting the phone down and holding on as her car spun around. When she realized her car was totaled, she stormed out of the car and started shooting like a crazed gunslinger. She didn’t have the patience to stand there and aim at the motherfucker. It was just: blam-blam-blam . Gabby thought about the dozens of people she killed in the last ten years and each one had been more satisfying than the last but snuffing out this freak would be the best kill ever.
IV. Drac got out of the car and stood with his gun at his side, looking at the crazed woman in front of him. He wondered if he made any impression on her whatsoever with his glass skull full of gasoline, spiked shoulder pads, and inhumanly bulging muscles. Image was important in the wasteland. First impressions were what either struck fear into someone’s mind or made them think of you as an easy target. As he was about to unleash his firepower, he saw his car’s tentacles pull out of Gabby’s car. It took only a few seconds for them to find their target. One tentacle wrapped around Gabby’s upper body and lifted her off the ground while another found its way in between her legs. A third entered her mouth. Her eyes bulged and so did her stomach. The bitchy look was still on her face and Drac figured it was probably something she couldn’t get rid off even in death. Drac could never get used to that sound. It was something between the crinkling of paper and the slapping sounds of sex. Though they were his tentacles and were under his control, this time they didn’t seem to be following his directions. Drac would have never sent one of the tendrils in between her legs though there he was staring at one of them inching its way up there slowly for maximum pain. Finally it pulled out and showered the ground with Gabby’s insides. Her remains landed in toxic moss. Drac got back in the car and revved his engine. He thought it sounded like that dead bitch’s screams.
V. “Where are we going?” Paulo asked. “ Gonna see a friend of mine,” Samson said. “He might be able to take care of you.” Though he thought about killing Lord Bing Bong, he knew it would smart to visit his friend Cobra Canfield first and drop the kid off. The guy had been living in the Zone of Dead Roads for as long as Samson could remember and he was the only one he trusted. Also, he had a constant supply of weaponry. “Who?” the boy said. “Just a friend.” “I don’t want to stay with him. I want