Chapter 107

The Maelstrom gang scattered like insects from a shattered hive, fleeing Route 64 in a frenzy and swarming into the open Badlands.

“Who the fuck are they!?”

Still reeling from the ambush, the Maelstrom scrambled into their vehicles by pure instinct, only realizing after the fact just how overwhelming their attackers were. It felt like running from death itself—like prey on the plains, pursued by apex predators from the sky.