I’m still coming up with this car’s story and history in my post apocalyptic world. But I have a start.

After a hurricane destroys much of New Orleans, with the levees compromised and the city flooded, it was deemed too costly to rebuild. With the country in financial ruin, and resources become more scarce, various diseases begin to spread. The owner of the car (I think I’ll him Jack, an anthropomorphic canine of some sort) was a disaster relief aid volunteer. His family, as well as many more people become sick from infection.

As a way of getting rich, a corporation buys the rights to many of the required medicines that are greatly needed. (until recently, I didn’t think someone could actually f**king do this!) but I’ll steal it, yoink! But anyway. The prices are raised, the people riot. The CEO’s sell the rights and buy gold, expecting to be rich shortly after the economy recovers… but not this time. With tens of thousands dying and the country’s infrastructure being destroyed by rioters, natural disasters, and the simple lack of funding, gold soon becomes worthless. Greed for nothing.

After selling everything in hopes of getting enough to afford medicine, Jack’s wife and child die.

He now lives in an old car that is also worthless due to a nationwide shortage of gasoline. After discussing their current situation with a group of those he worked alongside and hearing about possibly better conditions up north, the decision is made that it’s time to move on. They used several vehicles that sat abandon. With conventional fuel in short supply, they were able to convert their trucks and cars (including the one he lives in) to run on natural gas. With their fleet loaded, they head north.

Now I haven’t thought much about this stage of the story but Jack remained a good person. And he took care of his new family and soon was always looked too for guidance by the others. His car is wrecked at some point and he’s injured (details not fully known and subject to change) his following do their best to rebuild his car which is the only reaming one of the original fleet. Fixed using what they could find and painted in their representing colors. While leaving the car relatively classless as “flash and bling” was and continues to be a sign of wealth and greed. The rebuilt car means more too Jack then any one could imagine. The others joke (seeing the irony) and say it’s his “gem” to which he now refers to as “Rough Cut”.

But the post governed America becomes a harder and harder place to survive in. And his territory now includes a stretch of old interstate on which they run a check point/road block where they stop travelers. They still remain relatively welcoming (for the most part) to the poor and unfortunate who make their way out of large eastern cities.

However, the even the rich find it to difficult to stay in the worsening conditions of the cities. Larger and larger convoys of freshly manufactured vehicles, built well and costing a fortune in what every currency is accepted for their region. And when confronted, they often fire upon those in there way and no longer stop for anything. And some have even been seen firing on defenseless people completely unprovoked, almost as if for sport.

With Jack and his following’s hatred growing along with their resources and solider count, the numbers of the black and red machines swell. Targeting those who continue too value their finances above the lives of others. Their armored luxury cars and trucks are captured, striped or converted, and the contents distributed among the truly deserving. And the people who owned these vehicles are either released with nothing or depending on the circumstances, killed. Now trapped in a vicious cycle of hostility and attacking each other, something is bound to happen.

That’s it for now I guess. Let me know if these stories are interesting enough to keep coming up.