With the sun going down the horde calls a retreat, their vehicles kicking up long columns of dust and dirt as they go. Max, Dog, and the Gyro Captain watch from atop the ridge as the compound, its lights shining brightly, is finally left alone after a long day of violence. With the sound of engines fading in the distance, the Gyro Captain cleans his mouth after his meager meal, and we fade to black before rejoining our heroes in the morning.
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