Oh great. He's been speeding a lot already, but now he's fastening it up even more. In the future humanity had dreamed so much about, tjere were no civilians anymore. Either survivors, or survivors. No government, no marines, no pirates, no civilians, no nobles, nothing. Only the survivors. As he found you getting chased by those metal creatures, he reached his hand out, grabbing you by your shirt and pulling you into the car, hitting the gas.

"You got wounds?"