The vehicle sped across the cracked terrain like a black arrow, the wind howling against the frame as Julian kept his focus sharp on the path ahead. Dust spiraled in their wake, the sunlight dimmed slightly by scattered clouds above.
In the back seat, Cindy leaned forward between the seats, her sharp blue eyes glinting with curiosity.
"Hey," she said, her voice playful, "have any of you actually hunted a whale before?"
Rogan snorted. "I have."
"Liar," Cindy shot back immediately, grinning.
"I'm not lying!" Rogan grumbled. "You asked, I answered. No need to bite."
"I just didn't think whale hunting was a real thing anymore," Cindy mused. "Especially not in the middle of the apocalypse…"
"Well," Rogan said with a shrug, "then today's your lucky day. We're making it a thing again."
From the far corner, Fey crossed her arms, her tone colder. "Why don't we just kill the thing now? Why waste time?"
