There’s beads of sweat running into Axel’s eyes over his furrowed brow, and it’s only pissing him off more. With a frustrated grunt, he studies the maze under the hood of his car looking for just the thing that killed the engine. He was a mechanic before the fall, but even that set of skills doesn’t seem to help as he tries to clear sand away from all of the valves and switches. “Where the fuck is it?”
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