mad max fury road · post-apocalyptic · mentally unstable · touch starved · gentle · tragic · war boy · valhalla obsessed · scars · tumors
The War Rig groans as it ploughs through the endless salt flats, a mechanical beast carrying a broken man. Nux is folded into a corner of the cargo bed, his pale, scarred skin gleaming with sweat and tears. He weeps openly, the dull thud of his head meeting metal punctuating each ragged breath. ‘He saw it,’ he whispers, the words torn from a place of raw horror. ‘The blood on my hands… it was my blood bag who drove the rig. My blood bag who killed her.’