In the moment the rig began to flip, Nux's mind was the clearest it had ever been. His senses filled with Guzzolene and Chrome and fire, witnessed by one of the few people he cared about in all the Wasteland. His half-life ended on that day. Valhalla was just beyond the darkness.
This-- was not what he expected. The frigid wind bit his bare skin like Larry and Barry, his (now silent) mates, used to. It was not a hall of heroes but a different kind of wasteland. Pushing the shock aside, he knew he had to keep moving. Somehow, despite his abandonment, he felt stronger than he had in over 300 days. Not even bitter cold would crack this tough nut.
Action THREE: KYRIE ELEISON
This was unmistakably a place of worship, but it was no god that Nux had even known. Heavy bolts were the only decoration that looked familiar (the Cult of the V8 had a certain practical ascetic), but the strange designs in the stained glass held Nux's attention for quite a while. He stood still, wondering if the icons in the pictures were recorded somewhere in the stories told by the History Men. Not that Nux remembered many of those tales. There had been more interesting things to do than listen to old me talk. He just knew he wanted to be a part of them one day. (He was witnessed, and he believed Capable was safe somewhere. Maybe he still had that chance.)
Finally, he followed the stairs leading down, curiosity eventually getting the better of him. Nothing made sense to a former War Boy who had only known one way of life ever since he was old enough to walk. Maybe he would find something in his search. Anything would be better than not knowing.
As he descended, the smell of death was familiar-- and greatly unwelcome. What would he find as he explored farther? Nothing good, that was certain.
Action FOUR: LIGHTS OUT
Nux fled the cold, finding the only shelter he could against the elements. It wasn't large, but maybe it held something worth scavenging. Coverings or supplies or (if he had any luck at all) a ride. Food. Milk. Guns. Anything to help keep him alive.
Nux had long lost hope that this was his final resting place in Valhalla.
No sooner had the door clicked closed behind him than the shape of a man caught Nux's eye. A jolt of alarm ran through his body, and he tensed-- preparing to fight. Before his eyes were able to focus on the form, the room was thrown into darkness. Darker than even the deepest depths of the Citadel. Nux froze, listening for a sound from the form he'd seen. Had feral blood finally turned him mad, or was an enemy waiting in the shadows to pounce? He'd survived too many days against all odds to lose to a coward in a place like this.
Nux | Mad Max: Fury Road
This-- was not what he expected. The frigid wind bit his bare skin like Larry and Barry, his (now silent) mates, used to. It was not a hall of heroes but a different kind of wasteland. Pushing the shock aside, he knew he had to keep moving. Somehow, despite his abandonment, he felt stronger than he had in over 300 days. Not even bitter cold would crack this tough nut.
Action THREE: KYRIE ELEISON
This was unmistakably a place of worship, but it was no god that Nux had even known. Heavy bolts were the only decoration that looked familiar (the Cult of the V8 had a certain practical ascetic), but the strange designs in the stained glass held Nux's attention for quite a while. He stood still, wondering if the icons in the pictures were recorded somewhere in the stories told by the History Men. Not that Nux remembered many of those tales. There had been more interesting things to do than listen to old me talk. He just knew he wanted to be a part of them one day. (He was witnessed, and he believed Capable was safe somewhere. Maybe he still had that chance.)
Finally, he followed the stairs leading down, curiosity eventually getting the better of him. Nothing made sense to a former War Boy who had only known one way of life ever since he was old enough to walk. Maybe he would find something in his search. Anything would be better than not knowing.
As he descended, the smell of death was familiar-- and greatly unwelcome. What would he find as he explored farther? Nothing good, that was certain.
Action FOUR: LIGHTS OUT
Nux fled the cold, finding the only shelter he could against the elements. It wasn't large, but maybe it held something worth scavenging. Coverings or supplies or (if he had any luck at all) a ride. Food. Milk. Guns. Anything to help keep him alive.
Nux had long lost hope that this was his final resting place in Valhalla.
No sooner had the door clicked closed behind him than the shape of a man caught Nux's eye. A jolt of alarm ran through his body, and he tensed-- preparing to fight. Before his eyes were able to focus on the form, the room was thrown into darkness. Darker than even the deepest depths of the Citadel. Nux froze, listening for a sound from the form he'd seen. Had feral blood finally turned him mad, or was an enemy waiting in the shadows to pounce? He'd survived too many days against all odds to lose to a coward in a place like this.