Water sprayed in the truck’s wake as we cut a path through the flooded streets.
At a certain point, you gotta start questioning whether a car is still a car or if it’s more accurate to call it a boat.
We haven’t quite reached that point yet, fortunately. Especially fortunate since it only works with the few cars that, y’know, float.
It was a military vehicle. I wasn’t one to know much about cars, and I knew even less about stuff like military vehicles, so I couldn’t put a name to the truck that was carting me and eight of Coil’s workers through the Docks.
Right there with ya.
It was like a sturdy pickup truck, but the rear section was wider and it was hidden beneath a green tarp that had been stretched over a framework of metal bars.
Well, at least the description sounds sort of familiar.
The tires were massive, with deep treads allowing the truck to navigate all but the most cracked sections of road where Leviathan had brought the underground pipes and drains through the surface.
Nice.
