Utterly Mad

They all sat inside the office waiting for the clouds of Mycus to dissipate. “It’s just the airborne stuff you gotta watch out for, so long as you don’t touch the immature fungal bed and that stuff we gave you will keep you safe from the spores stuck in your fur for awhile.” Kyle said, looking out in the back field at the exploded scorpion. Catnip had eyes for the truck he’d hidden in instead. A large, old fashioned, diesel powered, International Harvester pickup truck with a towing rig. Catnip had fallen in love with it. “We could use that.” She said, pointing at it. She could almost see how it had once looked before time and slight modification had taken their toll. Cherry red paint, company logo, even a tow truck driver sitting in the cab and waving. The vision was beautiful. “The tires look fine, I bet they are uh… aftermarket?”

“I doubt it runs Nip, it’s way too old.” L said, “If you wanna go check it out, fine, but I’m not going back there near that… that.” L was referring to the fresh bed of soft looking grey moss that had sprung up around the punished corpse of the giant bug. Kyle pulled out a small carbon fiber tube with a pair of lenses like a telescope and looked at the truck. “Yeah, plasticore. Aftermarket as hell. That’s a good sign. If she wants to take a look, I’ll go with her L.” he said. L was already drifting off with her own thoughts, and didn’t hear.