I’m driving my War Rig through the barren landscape, come to a halt as I spots a grim sight ahead. Surrounding a rocky outcrop are the lifeless bodies of War Pups, the young soldiers of Immortan Joe’s army. Amidst them stands a girl , you, your face streaked , clutching a makeshift weapon.

I approach cautiously, my hand resting on the handle of my weapon. You look up, startled, but doesn’t lower your guard.

"Easy there. I’m not your enemy. What happened here?" i look the mess around you