A/N: Hi guys, this is my first Mad Max fic so I hope y'all enjoy. Just noting, I'm using a bit of a more descriptive way of writing, which I'm experimenting with, so I hope y'all don't mind. Like always, Mad Max and it's characters belong to it's proper creator(s) and Charlotte belongs to myself. I hope you enjoy~


Charlotte scanned the horizon as she stood on the edge of a hill. Barren and dry, the fiery orange color of the eternal sand filling her vision. The smell of dust and salt indulged her senses as her callused hands clenched together. The world had turned into a waste land of terror and corruption. It's been like this for as long as she's known. She may have lived through a time where the color green surrounded her with water and fresh air. But it felt like a fantasy forever forgotten. The wind picked up a bit, her wild brown mild-length hair blew out of her face as she picked her arm up to cover her eyes from the airborne sand. Her brown, ragged jacket, which was a bit bigger than her, moved a bit from it's position on the ground next to her. Her loose cream-colored shirt blew, revealing faint scars on the surface of her stomach, the belts that held her pants and pistol in place clinked together. No matter what, she kept her brown boots planted onto the ground.

It felt like an eternity that she has been standing in the same position. Thoughts questioning her existence flooding her mind. What was her purpose now? Everything in her past died, the deaths of her parents and young siblings. Why was she trying to survive? Human instinct? Self-preservation? Who knows. Certainly not her.

Her ears picked up the small scuffle of a boot beside her. The tall male figure with much more wilder, puffy hair stood a few inches away from her. Max Rockatansky was his name. How did she meet the man that practically saved her life and decided to have her around? It was a long story that had started in Bartertown, that included her being saved from an impending human trafficking ring. It's been 4 years after the event and ever since she's been his companion, as a lone warriors riding through the trails of sand and anguish. He was like brother to her. Charlotte's brown eyes watched as the tip of his worn-out boot crushed a sand lizard and as quickly, he brought it to his mouth. Charlotte's nose scrunched up as she again noted to herself that etiquette wasn't appliable in this time anymore if anyone wanted to survive.

She would have stayed in the same spot, thinking to herself if she hadn't heard the noticeable roar of engines not a bit away. Instinctively, she turned towards the sound of engines and away from the sandy view before moving to grab her forgotten bag by the old, worn out Ford Falcon. She then slid through the window into the passenger seat before Max entered into the driver's seat and started the engine. It took a minute before the engine roared to life, and right after, they quickly drove off. Charlotte put on her goggles so sand won't accidentally fly into her eyes. As they took off down through the sandy dunes, Charlotte looked at the rear-view mirrors and met with the sight of pale white warboys. That's when she realized.

They stumbled onto Citadel territory.

"Careful Max." She said as her right hand gripped the side of the car door. Max was someone of a few words, as he would rather choose silence over talking so she was sure he would take her words into consideration. It was a few seconds later that she noticed a dirt bike drive beside her door and before she could lift her hand to grab her weapon, a jolting air of heat hit the back her head and a piercing sound was heard before she suddenly felt like she was floating in air. The car had quickly caught on fire and flipped onto the hood. The car rolled multiple times through the dunes before coming to a stop.

The force of the crash had Charlotte's head feel like it was about to burst out of her head as she had slammed her head into the window when they went airborne. Her hanging upside down wasn't helping either as the seat belt was her only support from slamming her head onto the non-existent hood of the car, that had probably flown off during the crash. She slowly turned her bloodied head to the driver's side, to find it empty. 'Max may have been seen first...' she thought to her self. She took her dusted goggles off and unbuckled herself from the seat belt and hit the ground. After regaining her senses, she was about to kick the car door open to get out until the very car door was forced open.

She heard the screams and cheers of the warboys. Something about an Immortan Joe. Until she was face-to-face with one.

"Fuck-" She was dragged out onto the sand before finishing her sentence. She tried to kick and shove the warboy who was dragging her by leg towards the large group, but others came to aid him. Charlotte, having a small open chance to attack, headbutted a warboy when they lifted her up from the ground by her arms. She tore her body away from them as a lone body was seen in the corner of her vision. "MAX!" She yelled as she tried to run towards his laying body but in that time, a warboy had jumped onto her back, causing her to stumble forward into the ground. And as soon as she opened her eyes, she turned her back around and met with the butt of a shotgun.

'Ah shit-'

That was the last thing she remembered before her world went pitch black.