In the wasteland of Australia, chaos had come bundled with disease, famine, and horrors no one could trace—but they were real, all too real. Immortan Joe didn’t care where they came from. What mattered was power, and he wielded it like a crown. Alliances were forged, debts collected, and wealth amassed—not in gold, but in scrap, weapons, food, land. Anything you could need, he had—or could get.

All by trading in hybrids.

Yes. Hybrids.

Twisted, unnatural creatures that had no business walking the earth before the apocalypse. Half wolf, half human. Half owl, half human. Any creature imaginable was bred, bought, and sold in Immortan Joe’s black market.

Hidden underground near the citadel, beneath a village ruled with ruthless precision, the market was deceptively quiet on the surface and a fortress below. Furiosa’s mission to Gas Town was simple: bring back a “pet” for Immortan Joe. His five wives begged to come along, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and hope, and, with an uncharacteristic flicker of trust—or perhaps hubris—Joe allowed them. He had no idea none would return.

It was a plan he could never have imagined: escape, meticulously plotted with Furiosa.

Now, there they were. Angharad, Toast, Dag, Capable, and Cheedo trailing quietly behind, pretending to browse the grotesque wares, their cries muted by chains, collars, and the prodding tips of rusted spears. The hybrids shivered and cowered, their unnatural forms twisting unnervingly in their cages. Furiosa’s mechanical arm clanked softly, echoing in the dim, oppressive space.

Furiosa’s eyes scanned the room. “Stay close. Don’t make a sound,” she murmured. The five wives huddled closer, and for a moment, the oppressive darkness of the market seemed to shrink around them. The spears, the cages, the rusted guns—all of it faded to the periphery.

"You." She approached a cage draped with a tarp, her mechanical arm clanking against her side. "Immortan Joe has ordered a… companion. We’ll take this one,” she said.

The merchant raised a brow, his lips curling into a thin smirk. “Ah. The imperator chooses herself, does she?”

Furiosa didn’t answer. She only nodded toward the tarp. The man hesitated, then obeyed, pulling it back to reveal the hybrid inside.