I Explode Things.
When everything’s come out sideways, there ain’t nothing but to take what’s left and get clear. But when a man ain’t got nothing left, what then? Get Doc Quick–Mad Max in a Model T.
Taking a quick glance back toward the lights approaching in the distance, I open the door and step onto the uneven surface of the road. After a few steps around to the front bumper I freeze. Good God. Bodies. Cold as the grave and collecting snow, a whole slew of ‘em. Just plopped down and … Read more Get Doc Quick: p.5
November 22nd, 1919 Dot, They’re all dying. Not just miners. Everyone. Hospital staff, town folk, everyone. I can’t stop it. They’ve given me a pistol. One bullet to the back of the head has become my only prescription. The patients are showing signs of rapid abiotic decomposition. I can’t tell what’s causing it. But it’s … Read more Get Doc Quick: p.4
Besides a Ruckstell axle, roll cage, shaved-down head, and a Bosch timing cover, I replaced the coils with a distributer. Add a touch of alcohol in the fuel, Doc’s own Castor oil lubricant with duel exhaust and she represents my best hope. There’s no turning back now. I pop the trunk. Fumbling with a box … Read more Get Doc Quick: p.3