Last of the V8 Interceptors
Contact DetailsDan Brazier
The thundering machines sputtered and stopped. Their leaders talked and talked and talked but nothing could stem the avalanche. Their world crumbled the cities exploded. A whirlwind of looting a firestorm of fear. Men began to feed on men.
On the roads it was a white-line nightmare.
Only those mobile enough to scavenge
brutal enough to pillage would survive.
The gangs took over the highways ready to wage war for a tank of juice. And in this maelstrom of decay ordinary men were battered and smashed. Men like Max the warrior Max. In the roar of an engine, he lost everything and became a shell of a man
a burnt out, desolate man a man haunted by the demons of his past. A man who wandered out into the wasteland. And it was here in this blighted place that he learned to live again.