baby you can drive my car.

[Maserati de le Poer]

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(p - Brennt - Halifax... long, mostly to explain what she's been up to for the past month x_x) With reluctance she had temporarily abandoned her mission to find Gabriel, and with great enthusiasm she'd embraced her new objective: to explore the city, claim some workshop or structure as her own, and begin a rather ambitious project: getting a car in working condition. With surprise she noted the moon's cycle had begun anew; so absorbed in her own matters she'd become that she hadn't seen anybody in about a month. Although she had much progress to show for it, it was certainly time for some company. Nearly a week of surveying had gone into this project before she even thought of starting any real work. The problem with cars was most of them didn't work. Fortunately, Ross had taught her to combine parts from one car with another--eventually, you were bound to find enough cars for scrap to create one functional model. This required selecting a relatively common model, however. Tears had welled in her eyes after she left behind a Porsche in near-mint condition... unfortunately, it hadn't started, and there were no others anywhere to use for scrap. It was a right shame. Still, she'd found another model that would certainly suffice. A black Toyota Corolla was nestled away in a garage, sheltered from the elements and still in decent condition. Scrap cars for that model were a dime a dozen, and she'd already begun to look into what parts on hers needed to be replaced. She'd found the keys inside the adjoining house out in the suburban sprawl of the city inside a dead man's pocket. Picking them out of the skeleton's jeans had been awkward at best, and she'd quickly moved to dispose of the corpse (and any others inside). The actual house was in poor condition and she rarely ventured inside--she more or less lived in the two-car garage. She stashed her most precious belongings in the trunk of the car and neatly arranged any tools she'd found in the garage, which she also kept locked and accessed via a side door (the large bay was a hassle to manually open). Books--including a manual on her car--were lined neatly on a shelf on the wall. Although the car still didn't run, she suspected there wasn't too much wrong with it and by the start of summer she'd have a functional vehicle. She already siphoned quite a bit of gas from the other dead cars that littered the streets and stored the containers along the wall in her garage. Chest puffed up proudly at her little space, complete with a comfortable couch in the corner (where Charger was presently curled up, she decided to leave him there in peace), as she decided it was finally time to get out. The sun would be rising shortly and she wanted to really move. Maz retired the car's key to a hook on the wall and placed a few goodies in her satchel. Grasping the key to the garage in one hand, she stepped outside and locked the door behind her. She then placed the key in a pocket in her bag and situated it neatly on her body. Then, she began to down-shift--it was much more convenient to travel this way. Once she was on all fours, she trotted down the path to the street and began making her way out of the city toward the surrounding countryside. Before too long, the first rays of sunlight were filtering across the sky.

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