Digging her hoofs into the rubble Elsa followed the tug on her halter and snorted. Behind and below her, the gate began to groan and creak. “Come on Elsa, good girl!” Elsa snorted again and emitted a low moo as the groaning of metal turned into a metallic screech. “Good girl!” The brahmin took another step and the metal finally gave. With an ear battering crash the gate tore out of its hinges on one side before it shattered into pieces. “Fuck yeah!”, Wolfgang screeched before placing a kiss on one of Elsa’s noses. Flak and Shrapnel choose to ignore this and hurried down the ramp.
Kicking metal shards aside they cautiously walked into the cool darkness of the sub-basement. After sniffing the air Flak then switched his lighter on when they were a few steps further in. “Jesus...” Shrapnel choked out. “Look at that!”
In the dim shaft of light falling through the gate they saw it. Protected from radiation, war, bombs and even ageing it stood there in its forgotten shelter, covered in a blanket of dust but almost unblemished, with even the tires still intact.
“What is that, buddy?” Flak walked slowly around it as Shrapnel touched the driver’s door. “That...”, he said with a slightly awestruck voice, “... is a Chevrolet Pickup Rat Rod.” “A Chevvie?” The two exchanged a grin. “Looks in pretty good shape to me”, Flak added after a while. “It does. Let’s hope for the best.” Shrapnel then opened the door and climbed in, falling into the driver’s seat and taking a hold of the wheel with a manic grin.
“Say buddy”, Flak said after watching him. “Do you know how the fuck to drive one of them things?” Shrapnel’s grin died out very slowly.
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The Junk Brothers 2d/?
Date: 2012-01-26 11:43 am (UTC)Elsa snorted again and emitted a low moo as the groaning of metal turned into a metallic screech.
“Good girl!”
The brahmin took another step and the metal finally gave. With an ear battering crash the gate tore out of its hinges on one side before it shattered into pieces.
“Fuck yeah!”, Wolfgang screeched before placing a kiss on one of Elsa’s noses. Flak and Shrapnel choose to ignore this and hurried down the ramp.
Kicking metal shards aside they cautiously walked into the cool darkness of the sub-basement. After sniffing the air Flak then switched his lighter on when they were a few steps further in.
“Jesus...” Shrapnel choked out. “Look at that!”
In the dim shaft of light falling through the gate they saw it. Protected from radiation, war, bombs and even ageing it stood there in its forgotten shelter, covered in a blanket of dust but almost unblemished, with even the tires still intact.
“What is that, buddy?” Flak walked slowly around it as Shrapnel touched the driver’s door.
“That...”, he said with a slightly awestruck voice, “... is a Chevrolet Pickup Rat Rod.”
“A Chevvie?”
The two exchanged a grin.
“Looks in pretty good shape to me”, Flak added after a while.
“It does. Let’s hope for the best.” Shrapnel then opened the door and climbed in, falling into the driver’s seat and taking a hold of the wheel with a manic grin.
“Say buddy”, Flak said after watching him. “Do you know how the fuck to drive one of them things?”
Shrapnel’s grin died out very slowly.
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