Chapter 14

The Road Runner’s tires crunched over a landscape of rusted metal and shattered glass as Jake steered through the narrow, winding veins of Scrapheap Town. The air here was heavy, a thick soup of industrial rot and unwashed misery that seemed to cling to the windshield. Rocket Kelly sat in the passenger seat, his usual swagger replaced by a tense, heavy silence. He stared out the window at the lean-tos made of corrugated tin and the people huddled around burning barrels, their eyes hollow reflections...