Dr Meat Posted Aug 12, 2015, 9:49 am

Cookie hunkered down over the wheel of his Voy, scanning the evil terrain and forbidding cliffs. A rain of ash covered everything. Something didn't feel right. Well, the whole place was wrong - it stank with the volcanic gasses - but he could smell trouble, too. A few seconds later, the Radfrogs were on him. First he saw the one up ahead, then glancing back over his shoulder he saw the rest of them. Cornered. Then the strangest thing... it was almost as if a voice was telling him which way to go, like some ghostly ganger long dead leading him to safety. Spinning the car round & shooting off-road, he took a couple of glancing hits but was away, the Rads losing speed as they clumsily negotiated the rocky outcrop. "I ain't never held with that crap before, but maybe I just met me an angel..." As the pursuit dropped away, Cookie shook his head and gave a silent prayer of thanks.