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“Charlie!” Jonas shouted as he brought the truck squealing to a stop. “The Boss is hurt!”
Andy and Brian ran over to the truck and gingerly laid Nyko down on the concrete.
“What happened,” asked Andy.
“Stabbed in the gut,” said Jonas. “I blasted the fucker’s head off and drove here.”
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Nyko and Jonas worked furiously to get the truck moving. Once they had the air pressure lowered, Nyko drove, following the tracks, deep into the desert. Within about thirty miles, the desert gave way to sandstone and rock. The landscape was beautiful, if barren. The occasional cactus was the only green in the reddish landscape.
Jonas found a rail map in the pocket of his door and unfolded it out over the dash. “There’s a big canyon coming up in about a mile. The tracks and the road parallel each other there. I think that’s where we’ll find our maintenance garage.”
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Nyko wasted no time dragging the trailer into the garage. He attached a hose to the exhaust of the truck, ran it out the roll up door and closed it down. There was a small gap at the bottom, but it was better than dying of carbon monoxide poisoning.
He worked quickly to load the two custom bikes onto the four-slot bike trailer. When they were finished, he rolled his bike onto the trailer, attached it to the truck and drove it back to the warehouse.
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-Kirk
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Charlotte stood behind the bar, watching the patrons. Fred Gurtz drained his beer, and set the empty glass down on the bar. She stepped forward, reaching for the glass. “Need another, hun?” She knew he had half a dozen credits left in his pocket.
“Nah, I better quit. The wife sent me to get some kind of protein, she don’t need ta know I was in here. Sometimes a man just needs a beer and the sight of a pretty girl to keep him goin’, ya know?”
All he wanted was a little freedom. In a world of walled cities surrounded by hundreds of miles of infected wasteland, Nyko just wanted a change of scenery. After building a train capable of crossing the vast wasteland between the remnants of American cities, Nyko learned that the pustule laden corpses roaming no-man’s land weren’t the worst things out there. The trip from New Vegas to Phoneix was harrowing, but that was nothing compared to what he learned when he got there.
Hell on Rails follows Nyko and his band of post apocalyptic outlaws on a journey across hell on earth. And then things get worse.
What Zombies Fear 