Tremors of the Shadow-Verse

Blaze looks across the open desert as he lifts the hood of his gloss black 1969 Charger, the engine having blown a hose off. He looks around the engine bay and spots the radiation hose dangling freely. Letting out a sigh he nods. "Of course, why not. At least I have the stuff to fix it." He thinks to himself. Looking over he sees a road sign. "Welcome to Perfection Nevada." Beside it another sign. "Dangerous wildlife ahead." He chuckles as he walks around to his trunk. Throwing down a blanket, he crawls under the car with his flat head. Loosening the clamp, he slips the hose onto the outlet of the radiator and tigers the clamp till it can't turn any further. Just then the ground trembles beneath him and he pauses. "Never felt an earthquake before." He thinks as he stays still. Looking at the cars suspension for wobbles or gaps as it lightly shakes above him. . . The rumbling fades just before he slips out from under the car and moves to grab retrieve the coolant. . . Pulling back onto the road he smirks. "Intresting start to the day." He says to himself. The hot dry desert air's heat almost unbearable even as the windows are down, he huffs. "I knew we shoulda fixed the air-conditioning." He says to his wife as she lays back in the passenger seat. Jane chuckles. "Well we didn't. At least we aren't stranded tho." She smiles as sweat beads on her forehead and clevage. She brushes back a strand of her naturally dark maroon colored hair as her golden-Hazel eyes scan the airid desert landscape.