You were alone and afraid. Your caravan had been attacked and now you were left to run and wander the cruel wastelands. Your feet hurt, and your muscles ached. You needed to find shelter before nightfall. Just as exhaustion began to take hold, you noticed something on the horizon, something big. As you approached you found that it was what looked like an old combine harvester from before the war. It looked old, but cared for. That is when you noticed that the blades on the harvester had been modified. They were sharper, bigger, and stained with blood and oil. Its body was armored with layered scrap metal and setting on its top was what looked like a harpoon gun. With night approaching, you decide the shelter the machine could offer was worth the risk. As you crawled into the driver’s seat, you found that the key was still in the ignition. There was a note scrolled in blood on the inside of the windshield.

“Feed Me.”

Do you dare start this monster's engines?