Chapter 10 Manney

It couldn't have been much past 10 in the morning when they arrived at the city of wheels.

Topaz and Skullfucker Mike had helped him and Reggie into an open-topped red buggy they had apparently driven out to the ambush.

The old vehicle beat the hell out of walking, but it had not been built with comfort in mind.

Every bump and jostle on the road sent pain shooting up from Manny's fucked knee to what felt like

a small forest of tears in his shoulder muscles. Mike, the driver, kept the vehicle at a conspicuously

slow pace, but he hurt all the same. The 10-minute drive was agony. But then Rolling Fuck came into

view, and all thought of pain faded from Manny's mind. The main structure of the city had once

been a colossal bagger 288 strip mining machine. It looked like a sideways, skyscraper-sized spider

made of scaffolding and cranes. At the center of the vehicle was a four-story

building on a massive set of treads. Four spindly towers rose up out of that main structure and in a

giant half-circle in the air around it. A gantryway, the length of a football field,

connected the spindles to a mighty steel arm at the end of the structure. It had once housed an enormous wheel bucket mining apparatus,

but that had been replaced by a queer cube structure.

It sat high in the air and gleamed in a shade of black that made Manny's stomach hurt.

The overwhelming motif of rolling fuck was aftermarket.

The spindle towers had originally looked like scaffolding

and mainly existed to offset the weight of that titanic arm. But they'd been built on and added to

with a series of treehouse-looking contraptions. He saw people, hundreds of them, climbing from

door to door via a series of ladders, ropes, and what looked like vines. Below the main body of the city,

a series of vehicles surrounded the vast rolling building that made up the city's foundation.

Many saw long-haul trucks, deuce and a half army transports, and at least one old Abrams tank.

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