Their eyes are dead cold because they can't feel anything, and I know if I'm not careful, they'll wheel me, too. I scream, running after the jetbike, watching his frail body spin on the rope. I'm not sure why, but my eyes are filled with tears. You're my only hope. People all over the projos have come out to see what's going down.
Wheelers are mostly quiet.
Sometimes they moan or scream a little, but never for long. The Ryter, he's the exception, and they don't know what to make of some old geez shouting out stories while they drag him to death. And to make it even more wacked, he sounds almost cheerful, like he's pleased to have an audience at last. The Bangers finally get bored and decide to end it. They gun their engines hard and drag the life out of him until there's nothing left.