Looting an Empty Planet
Max took a deep breath, counted to ten. “Uh, Fender, there’s a Kmart right across the street. I always thought it was way stupid, but now I’m glad we’ve got too many box stores.â?
He peered across the street through the drifting smoke. “I think you’re gonna have to drive the truck over there and bust through the doors. I don’t know why, but the idiots locked the doors when they took off. Why lock up before the End of the World?â?
Fender climbed in, gripped the steering wheel, and gunned the engine. “We. Are. Running. Out. Of. Time.â? Max slammed the door, and with squealing tires, they headed across the street.
The glass fell with a crash. Max jumped out, picked his way through the bent door frames and glass rubble, and called over his shoulder, “Fine tip or wide tip? Permanent?â?
Fender, annoyed, put down his skiplight phone. “Black. Just black. Any felt tip will do.â?
Then he put his thumb on the phone’s scanpad and entered the access code, using a language not usually spoken at Kmart… or on this planet.