Bob: Ah, THERE you are! Was wondering where you two got off to. Meeka: Uuuuugh... Ya? Bob: Well, don’t you wanna hear about how me and your old man saved the world? The first world, I mean. Earth. Santiago’s told you about Earth, right? Meeka: Yeah, but Dad’s not like he was in your stories, okay? Now he’s just this mean guy who lies to everyone and keeps stuff from us! Bob: Look, kid... being chief’s all about making hard choices. I know I’d never want that job. Meeka: You’d make better choices. And YOU wouldn’t destroy what everyone wants! Bob: Everyone? Meeka: Okay, what I wanted. Bob: Listen, I get that you’re mad at him now, but Santiago was there for your Unka Bob when it counted. Take it from a guy who’s been in his fair share of firefights -- having someone who’s got your back is worth ALL the aggravation. Well, there’s some folks who never find their people. And it ain’t easy trying to survive out there all by your lonesome. Meeka: Um... I guess. Bob: Now, where was I? Oh, oh yeah-- So we’d survived everything else just to wind up in a high-octane, chrome-knuckled junkyard dogfight over the last scraps on Earth! Meeka: Okay, yeah. Yeah! Whoa hahahahaha! Vrroomm vrrrooommm. Yah! Wah! Huhuhuhuhuh. Eeeee!
Bob's Wasteland Prologue
by Bob