Woo! Back and ready for action!
The car lurched to an uneven halt, one wheel bumping up onto the curb. The tires were useless rags around the scarred, blackened hubcaps. The windshield was gone, or mostly gone, a few shards still clinging to the frame. The entire frame was pockmarked with tiny craters, like bulletholes. It steamed, even in the autumn air.
Dan kicked the door until it fell off, which counted as opening. He staggered out, coughing. He pushed his way into the store with the empty bottle.
“…additive?” he gasped.
The trim man behind the countertop shrugged. “You said you wanted to go faster.”
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