nanowrimo 2k9

The truckyard was dark, the sun was down early and the timers had not switched the light on yet. There was nobody there and no reason that anyone in their right mind would be anywhere near it. It was located down by a marina, not far from the industrial shipyards, it mostly held trucks for maintanance and repair where it couldnt be found anywhere else near it. There was a perrticualr problem of it being difficult to find and more difficult to enter as the people working there were often smoking drugs in the back or sleeping off their stupor. There, are of course other reasons, but that is more than is necessary here. Right now, the one security guard was doing exactly that, sleeping off a heavy stoning from his tightly rolled marijuana cigarette, something that made him alternatingly paranoid and sleepy, often both, so his last few moments of consciousness being made dizzy by a paranoia of being left alone and dying alone in a small box in the back alleys of the industrial yard.

There was grime everywhere. The salt in the air settled around and ground in, only to be washed away by acid rain. There was heavy erosion on everything around there, and most of the structure had been built out of a plastic polymer that could be easily patched with pieces of plastic and a heat gun, or failing that: a glue stick and some duct tape. Still, the grime was pervasive, and most of the people passing through had no interest in anything other than getting the hell out of there.

Most of the ground in the yard had been marked with black and yellow hazard markers making the way in complex patterns leading back to the various facilities and parking. In the darkness it was all but impossible to see anything other than the dim outline of buildings.

The only sound was the slow rustling of the waves far off, and the light snoring of the security guard.

From the darkness an engine roared to life. The spark of the inginition and the engine warmed, purring softly, still no light or sign of life. The security stirred slightly, collapsing from leaning back in his chair snoring to having his head face down on the desk. Still snoring.

Outside the engine began to rev louder, and louder, joined by other rumbling of the nearby cabs shaking and finally lights blinking on and off as the rumbling set off the cab alarms.

Inside, the guard was snoring peacefully.

The revving grew to a fever pitch and in the distance the lights began moving as the cabs were flipped aside, the sounds of them crashing to the ground traveled up and grew. Sparks trailed as a large truck cab skidded into the pitch by the guard tower and landed screeching to a halt.

This finally woke up the guard, who in his dazed confusion ran down to the entry barrier only to see two more chunks of car parts skid forward up to about six feet away. The distance now was peppererd with small fires washing out a silouhette in the distance, and he literally shat his pants in terror. Or maybe he shat his pants in incontinence, who the hell knows, the guy was old and terrified. Thats how they roll out there by the water.

“STOP, STOP, STOP” he held odut his hand and tried to straighten his cap with the other. Two headlights flipped on, an incandescently blinding white-blue light. The mega-truck barrelled a head, crushing the lesser trucks in its wake. The guard smartly turned and ran like hell, shit stains and all. Its not like he could have actually done anything, he wasn’t fucking rambo (note: im watching the latest rambo right now. Expect some knives in the future).

The mega-truck broke through the flimsy wooden entry barrier, and crawled over the front of the gate, crunching it in to small pieces of brittle iron. As its tail lights faded there were still long sparkiling trails from the parts of lesser trucks it was dragging in its wake.

The mega truck had awoken.