Mildred The Mohawked Maniac Limited Edition

George and Mildred-Mounted Maniacs!

A small lizard scuttled towards the shade of the bike, the heat in the Badlands was only getting hotter as the afternoon sun beat down on the baked ground. A stomp and a cruel laugh was all it took to end the lizard, the leather clad punk reached down and grabbed to dead piece of flesh, held by the tail Mildred dangled the unfortunate lizard above her open mouth then let go, she chewed and swallowed it down the tail the last thing to disappear between her lips, a tasty snack but she was on the look out for bigger game. Through the heat haze the vehicles of the convoy began to emerge, George sat in the bitch seat pointed excitedly over her shoulder, Mildred swatted his hand away with slight annoyance. “Lets get this over with.” she said to her companion then in a louder voice so the rest of the biker gang could hear “Mount up, dinner is served!” The gang howled with delight, moving out they hugged the dunes till they could pull across the trail and hit the supply convoy in their blind spot, a smile played across Mildred’s face as the first shots were fired.