Fan Fiction ❯ The Road Warrioress ❯ Prologue

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The Road Warrioress

Prolouge: First Journal Entry

Disclaimer: I don't own Mad Max. If I did, the car from the first and second movies in the
trilogy wouldn't have been destroyed. I liked that car...it was cool. >_<
************ Scene Change/beginning and end of story

~.................~ Thoughts
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The Wastelands...the foresaken land that a once vibrant landscape became when the nuclear
holocaust happened. I was someone back before then. I was one of the few female officers of the
Main Force Patrol. I also used to have a name, but not anymore. I used to be Sharon Baker. Now,
I'm no one. I don't even have fuel for my car, so, I have to rely on the horse I found for
transportation. I also no longer have ammunition for my weapons, so I have to rely on this an old
sword that I found with the horse.

When I think back before the atomic blast, it seems like several lifetimes ago. I was helping to
fight against the increasing lawlessness caused by the biker gangs. It seems that for every one
gang we eliminated, several more sprung up from out of nowhere. Now that I think back on it,
we really weren't much different than the criminals we fought. The only difference was that we
wore bronze badges and they didn't. The Bronze, that's what we were sneeringly called by the
bikers.

I was happy being a Bronze. That is, before the one incident that angers me to think about
happened. I was just going off duty and getting ready to go home, when the call came across the
radio...there was an attack by bikers at a house. My blood ran cold when I heard the address...it
was the house where my sister and her family lived. I got there as quickly as I could, hoping to
get there in time, but I was too late. The sight was too much for me to bear...there was so much
blood. I soon realized, too late, that they were slaughtered to be the bait for a trap that the bikers
had set for me. I had busted several members of their gang and they wanted revenge. I won't go
into the gory details...well...more gory details. I guess I've become immune and cold to the sight
of blood and dead bodies, but I digress. Anyway, I soon found out what the trap was...after the
bikers attacked.

I woke up in the hospital. My partner said that he had heard about the attack on the way home
and found me, unconscious on the front porch, when he got there. According to him, all the
bikers wanted was just to beat me up, and, boy, did they do that. I still can't move my left arm
quite right. I guess I kinda snapped when my partner confirmed that my sister and her family
were all dead. It was a senseless killing. Their only offense was being related to a "Bronze".

Uh-oh. I hear the sound of approaching bikes. This isn't good, it must be the Marauders looking
to steal fuel, ammo, or food. Well, I haven't got any of those. As I said before, I don't have fuel
for my car, ammo for my weapons, and, I didn't mention this earlier, but, I'm starving. I must
cut this, my first entry in this journal, short.

Signed,
No One
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Sharon set her pen down and picked up her sword. Rushing outside the tent, she saw two
motorcycles approaching.

"Woman, we've come for fuel and food. Give them to us and we'll let you live!", one of them
shouted.

Sharon smirked coldly.

"I haven't got any fuel or food! I haven't even got feed for my horse! If you want to fight
anyway, I have nothing better to do with my time!", she shouted back, readying her sword.

One of the Marauders put an arrow in his crossbow and shot it at the former cop. Sharon grinned
humorlessly as she effortlessly swatted the arrow out of the air with the sword. Eyes flashing
dangerously, she ran at the bikers, sword poised to strike. They tried to attack, but Sharon
dodged their attacks, except for one knife attack. Her eyes flashed with rage as she swung the
sword, decapitating the two bikers, then gripped at the knife lodged in her right shoulder. She
looked down at the two bodies, feeling no emotion, then went back inside the tent to tend to her
wound.

~I need to find a town and get supplies. There's no way I'll survive with what I have. The only
problem is that I have nothing to trade for food, and, if possible, ammunition and fuel as well.~,
she thought as she cleaned and bandaged the wound, gazing out through the flapping opening of
the tent, at the desert beyond.



To be continued...
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A/N: My first Mad Max related fic! Sharon's car is a slightly cleaner version of the cool black
car from the first two movies...yes, I know that Max's was, officially, the last one, but, dangit,
I'm still in denial of the car's demise. For the record, I wrote this at nearly 4am, so, it's probably
not as good as the fics I write when fully awake. This is also my most serious fic, so, it probably
won't be full of humor.

Comments will be appreciated, I can't improve my writing unless someone tells me that writing
a fic at 4am isn't a good idea and why. Flames will be used to warm my computer room.

Until next Chapter...ja ne!