Seconds suspended in time. For just a split one it feels like they hover, the lack of knowing what lies under the dune exhilarating. Could be death. But they're already dead, so would they die again? Was existence just a string of deaths and reawakenings into something? Nux's thoughts are a spark in his brain for that tiny moment before they slam into the dirt. Hard.

So hard the force propels him from his seat inches into the air, throws him forward and slams his chest into the wheel. The horn blares and the vehicle shudders before Nux forces it onward; he's a ruthless driver, and he screams something ecstatic:

"Conquest!" Was just a meager, medicore hill but it's the most fun he's had in weeks. Now, though, they're in an ocean of plateau with no discernible landmarks save the compound being a speck on the skyline behind them, and the car's solar power can only last so long. Especially when a War Boy's working it. Nux flicks a glance to the fuel gauge, noting it has plummeted. But he hasn't seen any guzzoline around here.

"-- Look around for some juice," he barks at Cole.