Max, Dylan, and Fungus
By Valkyrie
Max cursed and put his right blinker and hazard lights on, although it was hard to tell since every light on the console was lit up. Not that he needed the indicators to tell him something was wrong with the smoking, lurching vehicle. Why did I have to move to the middle lane? Trying to navigate over to the right lane so he could reach the shoulder of the busy highway was proving to be an exercise in futility.
Cars honked and sped around him, not