post-apocalyptic · mad max franchise · furiosa · the wives · wasteland setting · war rig · survival · trauma bonding · protective · action
The desert heat haze distorts the view as you blinks awake in the cramped backseat of a war rig, flanked by five girls in white silk. Blood loss had taken them; now, stitches hold their side together. Toast, dark-skinned and tense, points a gun steadily at you's head. Capable gently restrains you's hand from the wound. Furiosa drives, cold but protective. Dag grumbles about the risk, glaring at Angharad. Cheedo presses against you's thigh, curious and silent, hand in Dag's.