Scratched Bulletproof Car

Positive news: Dragon President’s car was bulletproof. Even though the Scavengers on their spiky bikes were scraping the sides with SMGs, the car body wasn’t pierced; it only got scratched.

Even if it wasn’t an armored bulletproof vehicle, it meant we had faithfully brought at least one of the travel essentials for Sprawlfield - though wasteland would be more appropriate in this situation.

Dragon President didn’t take too kindly to his beloved ride getting scratched.

[Kuso! those bastards! How dare they touch my car?]

Saying that, he gripped the steering wheel with his left hand and fiddled with the vehicle’s dashboard with his right.

He slammed down on a large red button on a console crudely modified with glue and electrical tape, with Caution written in magic marker.

BANG!

Suddenly, a flashing mirror ball dropped from the thick ceiling and smacked the crown of my head.

Getting hit out of nowhere in the back of the head in an already chaotic situation made my anger surge.

“Ack! Fuck! What is this now!”...