Fiona wandered through the building her and Max had discovered. Max explained it was a ship, something that could travel over water during the old times. "Ship." The word seemed strange. Alien like. Fiona uncovered a box, hidden between racks. The gleam of the metal with her flashlight caught her eye.

She creaked the container open and found something peculiar. A little trinket, resembling someone. But with a large head. Fiona poked at the head and it swayed. She found this little movement oddly satisfying. She bobbed the head for a while till Max found her.

He stared at the trinket and let out the faintest of chuckles. "A bobble head." He reached for it and Fiona allowed him to have it. He poked at the head and looked at the bottom. He couldn't make out much of the words except for one. "Nixon." He said. "Who's that?" asked Fiona. Max responds, "He was a president in America, before the war." Fiona nod to the information and beckoned for the toy.

Max concede and hands the bobble head to her. Max continues to search for something of value but comes up empty handed. "Nothing here, we must move." He orders. Fiona comply, and they walk out of the ship. They reach the top but Max halts. "What is it Max?" Fiona hit. "We never searched the Bridge."

"There is no bridge near us." Fiona says bluntly. Max points to the large part of the ship that has many windows. "That's the bridge, that's where the ship was controlled." Max explains.

The two hikes up the rusty steps, Fiona fears it will shatter and she'll fall below. But that doesn't happen, they make it to the Bridge and max pounds the door. It doesn't budge. Max strolls toward one of the windows and punches it. The first punch cracked the glass, so Max punched it again and again till the glass broke and clattered to the ground. He slowly walked inside and unlocked the door for Fiona to walk through. "Thank you." She gleams. Max nods and searched the Bridge.

He pulls out files and files. But finds nothing. He walks over to a dead body and searches the pockets. He found a knife and lighter. 'Nothing of much value.' Fiona thought. Max handed Fiona the knife. "Protection." He says. Fiona takes the knife generously and moves it to her pocket. Max fidgeted with the lighter. He flipped it open and stroked the wheel. After a few attempts the lighter lit a bright orange hue.

He closed the lighter and hid it in a pocket. He sighed and began out the door but outside they heard wails. But not wails of terror, wails of rage. Outside on the deck of the ship were few War Boys. "Find them now." Ordered one. He had different paint then the others. Orange paint, a leader after Scrotus's downfall. "Get down." Max whispered. Fiona knelt next to Max. "I didn't hear them pull in." She whispered.

"Neither did I but they're here." Max says quieter now. "I found the car!" One War Boy beamed proudly. "Good, he's here." The leader concluded. "Find him and bring him to me." The War boys showered the ship searching for Max and Fiona. None came to the Bridge, thankfully. But they waited, 'Perhaps they think we have ditched the car and will come back.' Max thought. Night came, and it grew very dark, the War boys used lights to see. "We will have to fight." Max declared.

Fiona turned to Max frantic. "Fight!?" She asked alarm hinted in her voice. Max nod. Fiona began to breath heavy, not loud enough to be heard. "I've never fought anyone." She whimpered. "You have a knife, go for the neck or any weak points." Max explained curt. Fiona sighed. They decided to creep. They snuck down the stairs and to the deck. Fiona pulled the knife from her pocket. The nearest War boy was a few feet away, turned away from them. Max pointed to him then to Fiona. She shook her head in defiance. Max nods and nudges her back.

She frowns and moves toward the War Boy. She lunges up and grips the Boy by the neck. She jabs the knife into his neck, creeping past bones. The red ichor gushes from the wound. Fiona uses all her might to drag the body back to the shadows. She leans the Boy next to some crates and sighs quietly. "Good Job." Max compliment. Fiona nods and wipes her blade on her shirt. Max and Fiona move up on the War Boys. Max sneaks behind a Boy and grabs his neck, he swiftly snaps it. And the Boy goes inert.

He huddles the body under a cloth and they hide for moments. Max counts the remaining War Boys. "There are four left." Max tells Fiona. Fiona feels a sense of accomplishment when she hears this. She also feels sick to her stomach, bringing death was a new feeling to her. A War Boy steps towards where the two were hiding. Max attempts to grab the Boy's neck but fails. Alarmed the War Boy alerts his comrades. "He's over here."

Fiona launched out of hiding and stabbed the Boy in the chest, piercing his heart. He dies instantly upon impact. Fiona reclines her blade. The boy collapses and the other War Boys charge. Two soldiers and a leader. One charged with a knife and swung at Fiona, the first swing missed but the second clipped her cheek. Blood flows from her cut and drips to the ground. The Boy grins maliciously "We will play with you later, when the fox is dead!" He said cruelly.

Fiona glared the Boy and slashed, clipping his knife arm. He dropped his knife and held his arm as it gushed crimson. She then stabbed the Boy in the neck. He gurgled his own blood then fell to the cold ground. Max fought the other Boy. Trading punches till both were bruised and bloody. Max kicked the Boy back against some crates, the Boy let out a cold howl. Max charged and gripped the boy by the scalp and kneed him many times.

The Boy's eyes were swollen, and his breathing was slow, but Max continued. Till the Boy was dead. Fiona caught a glimpse of Max. His eyes were hollow and cold. He grinned like a mad man. He huffed under his breath something, a name. But Fiona couldn't make it out. Max took pleasure in killing the Boy, he wanted to kill him. Fiona stood in shock, but she understood. Some people are broken and can't be fixed. Something happened to Max, and Fiona planned on learning what it is. Max turned to the leader and scowled. The leader's face depicted one and only one emotion. Fear. He wobbled and ran towards his car. Max whipped out his shotgun, "I wouldn't do that." He hollers. The leader turned in horror. "Please, I beg you. I will serve you master." Max rolled his eyes and pulled the trigger. The deafening sound of his shotgun blared. The War leader fell, stiff. He was still alive but wouldn't be for long.

That wasn't enough for Max. He had to see the man die. He approached him and spoke. "Go to Valhalla you piece of shit."

He pulled a tiny switchblade from his pocket and stabbed the leader in the forehead. He pulled the knife back and wiped it. He placed it carefully in his pocket and beckoned Fiona. "Search the corpses." He orders. Fiona checks the pockets of the Boys and comes empty handed. She searched the leader and finds a note. It read:

Find the fox, bring him to me. If he is accompanied by anyone, send them to hel.

Fiona beckons Max over to read the note. "Someone is searching for us. Perhaps one of Joe's sons, but I killed both that were worthy of anything. Then there was the deformed scum that watched the Citadel, but I assume Furiosa took care of him. Who could this be?" Max thought aloud. "Whom are you speaking of?" Fiona asks. "Its nothing." He responds. Fiona feels Max is hiding another part of time. Something other then before. Yet something after she met him the first time.

She decided not to pressure him. "Should we go?" She asks. Max nods and they stroll to the car. When it rumbles to life Max accelerates fast. 'He doesn't want to be here anymore for some reason.' Fiona concludes, though she can't figure out why. "What is Valhalla, and Hel?" Fiona inquires for knowledge. "In Norse mythology Valhalla is heaven and Hel is Hell. To wonder why these bastards worship Norse gods, or gods in general is beyond me." Max explains bitter.

"I like to believe someone like a god is watching over us." Fiona cheers. Max scowls Fiona. "Do you think that if a god existed that this would have happened. So much death, the world turning to a desert. Families destroyed." Max winced at the last statement. Fiona knew she said something wrong. She knew something from Max's past was uncovered, he was sensitive. "I- I'm sorry." She cries.

Max eyes her and the road ahead. "I'm sorry for bursting like that." He huffs. Fiona accepts the apology and turns to face the road. The two didn't speak much along the road, just drifting through the desert till they found what they were looking for. A building that held the captives.