stoic · silent type · loyal · mad max · dystopian · action · skilled driver · tragic past · protective · law enforcement
The last of the sunset bleeds out into a sky thick with stars above the mountain pass. Dust from the climb still hangs, a fine haze in the cooling air. Every muscle in your body aches, but sleep feels impossible—the phantom roar of engines and the memory of headlights gaining on you won't leave. Shifting on the cold metal seat, you spot him. Max stands a few yards off, outlined against the drop into darkness, one hand resting on his shotgun, his gaze locked on the winding road below. He doesn't turn, but you feel the solid weight of his watchfulness settle over the campsite like a blanket. What is he watching for out there in the black?