Sam and Edith were looking forward to their four-day getaway at Wasteland Weekend, a post-apocalyptic adventure. It was their first real vacation together and Sam wanted to be certain that Edith enjoyed every moment.
Everything was going well until the worn-out engine in their ’67 Chevelle decided to call it quits in the middle of nowhere.
With no place else to go, they’re forced to spend the night in a small, ominous town. Before long they learn the secret of the missing townspeople and the frightening truth behind the Joshua trees that surround the town.
Driving across the desert in their '67 Chevelle, Sam and Edith were looking forward to a four day getaway to the post-apocalyptic adventure, Wasteland Weekend. It was their first real vacation together, and Sam wanted to be sure Edith enjoyed every moment of it.
Everything was going as planned until a worn out engine decided to quit in the middle of the desert.
Forced to spend the night in a small ominous town, the couple soon learn the secret to all the missing townspeople and the frightening truth of the Joshua trees.
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Sam lifted the hood of his 1967 Chevelle. The smoke puffing from the engine meant a new radiator, but he didn't want to alarm his girlfriend sitting in the front seat. He and Edith had been dating for almost three years now and this was the first time he was able to afford a real vacation for the two of them.
They were driving across Arizona from Henderson, Nevada where they both lived. It was the first time the both of them were going to Wasteland Weekend, a post-apocalyptic camping event that he had saved for with two years of working overtime. He owned his own auto repair shop back home. It was small, but he hoped one day to branch out and make it a chain.
He had been a car guy ever since he could walk. He learned everything he knew from his Dad.
A master mechanic and a dinosaur in a dying field of engines without computers and cars with pure personality. He grabbed a rag from the trunk and attempted to twist off the cap to the radiator. But it was too hot; he knew better. The cap burned his hand leaving a puffy red stripe right down the center of his palm. He decided to sit with Edith for a few minutes while he waited for it to cool down.
In the end they'll all be dancin'--all them ones that didn't die.... Dance with me in the shadows amidst the lightning and the thunder, and all that nu-cu-lar debris. See the big bang from the other side, and then open that cellar door. Go down into
The fortunate inherit riches, prestige, positive notoriety. Those not so lucky bear legacies filled with poverty, infamy or, worse yet, the unhinged insanity and murderous urges of their ancestors.
