Day of Dusk: Wasted

50 miles' away from The Last City’s ominous border, a worn-down, solar-powered scrap-van rolls over dunes as it dodges the wasteland debris. 
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The van’s gyro-wheels are modified, allowing it to drive through rough terrain with relative ease. Four wastelanders sit inside, often exchanging glances. Occasionally, one would attempt to spark conversation.
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“So, what do you all plan to do once we get to the city?” asks a young woman in a tattered, grey coat. She appears to be in a quite optimistic mood.
“I might join its’ defense force.” replies a dark-skinned man in a denim jacket. “I heard they’re in need of snipers. Plus, free food.”
“Oh, come on Damien, don’t tell me you’re going to sell your soul to those cyber-Nazis.” Exclaimed Laura disgusted. 
“Again with the cyber-Nazis, Laura... They’re humanity’s last hope, for chrissak-”
 
Suddenly, heavy gunfire can be heard outside. Two of the van’s tires pop, causing it to skid to a halt.
“Shit, raiders. Everybody move!” Damien instinctively jumps out of the van, followed by the other three. They’d crouch low, hiding behind an overpass.
 Surrounding the highway overpass, bullets fly from both sides, showing no clear intent of hostility towards the group. A raider in metallic plating rushes toward a derelict building, tossing a grenade into a window and diving behind cover. A corpse flails out as the gunfire stops, the body slamming to the ground. The raider turns around, gesturing to his group before opening a manhole and climbing down, the others following suit.
“Well, that didn’t last long.” says a bearded man, still hiding behind the overpass.
“The fight?” asks Damien.
“Yeah, that, and the van. We need to find shelter.”
===== A short story by CaptainRex5101 =====