When writing dystopian romance, namely the kind where survivors are on the run, a getaway vehicle is imperative. And for the cast of Love at the End of Days, they need some epic wheels to escape the hordes of Deads coming after them. The Terminator is Dead Run River’s go-to for supply runs. It’s a giant eighteen-wheeler with a metal grille on front like a freight train for bowling over Deads, and with plenty of storage in back for supplies.
The truck becomes a character in itself through Vanessa and Sean’s mission to collect components for the vaccine that could save the human race. Always deadly, always dependable, truck/shelter/bed combination, The Terminator gets Vanessa and her team out of more than a few jams.
It’s a Dead-crunching, walker-knocking, rip-roaring Halloween machine, and oh man, was it fun to write.
The Terminator was a beast. Its grille had been modified into a steel snow plow, and someone much more creative than her had painted murals down both sides. Cartoon zombies bent and folded into endless positions of their final deaths while hellish flames licked the edges of the painting. Across the top, in elegant giant letters, read No Dead Food Attitude. Right, no weaklings allowed on this party bus.