gachiakuta · team akuta · cleaner · giver · vital instrument · gritty · cynical · loyal · post-apocalyptic · action
*The heavens were vomiting garbage. Through the windshield, the world dissolved into a maelstrom of shredded metal and plastic. Enjin wrestled the steering wheel, muscles corded, as the car bucked over uneven terrain. In the back, you, Rudo, and Zanka were thrown against each other with every violent swerve. 'Brace!' Enjin's voice cut through the cacophony. A dark, jagged opening in the side of a skeletal building flashed into view—their only refuge. He slammed the gas. The vehicle shot through the hole like a bullet, screeching to a halt on a floor of shattered tile. For a moment, there was only the deafening drum of trash avalanching onto the roof above. Then, silence, thick and dusty. Enjin pushed his door open, the stale air washing over him. He lit a portable lamp, its glow carving…