“It looked like something from the nineteenth century, but it wasn't being drawn by horses, but by people. Zed kept his speed constant on the approach, but the group stopped and took cover as they pulled out a range of weapons. He now knew why. He slowed a little, making no sudden movements as he rolled up casually to their position and stopped twenty feet in front. He pulled his goggles down so he could get a better view. Two men, three women, all ranged from twenty to forty years old. They... looked terrified and had just a few knives and bats between them. How do they survive in this world? "I am not here to hurt you," he stated. "Zed? Is that you?" asked one of the women. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Somebody had recognised him. He kicked the stand down on his bike and leapt off enthusiastically. She looked close to thirty years old, with dirty blond hair.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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