The weller shook his head and clicked his tongue as he holstered his gun beneath his coat. He placed the water jar on the ground near the pimp and walked to the rear of the Jeep. He lay down on his back and slid beneath the vehicle.
Author: Adam J. Whitlatch
Publisher: Latchkey Press
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Category: Fiction
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In the years since the Twelve-Minute War, the planet has fallen into darkness and chaos. The combined impact of nuclear, biological, and chemical agents has rendered the majority of the world's fresh water unfit for human consumption. Only the bravest men and women dare to venture out into the desolate wasteland to collect this precious commodity. Matt Freeborn is one such man... a weller. The weller's precious cargo makes him a prime target for attacks from savage road pirates, grotesque mutants, and ravenous cannibals. Armed with his grandfather's trusty sidearm, the Well Digger, Freeborn is fully prepared to handle any of these terrors, but there are still things even the weller fears: the bogeymen of the wastes... distillers.