The light rail station looked like a preserved piece of New York’s past, a time when everything didn’t have the BlueSun logo branded all over it.
My body still ached.
A man of this size made no sense.
I awoke to the feeling of weightlessness.
7 Hours later…..
More and more panels pulled away from the conduit…and for a moment I got a glimpse of the core.
Ace groaned. “What’s wrong Vela?”
“You’ve got to be shitting me.”
Our unlikely, new found rag tag trio sped away in Acid Burns X-34 Land Speeder, leaving the school and the barren outskirts behind.
We approached the abandoned valve station, it used to control the sewage levels by adding or removing water from the bay.