75.3 Fabricating

The APC moved at a snail's pace. I was forcing the engine to operate in a lowered output, giving Anna some time to adjust as we moved towards the snow-riddled ground.

"Right! Just think of it like a ship!" I called out. "Turning the wheel left will slowly turn us left, and turning it right will slowly turn us right!"

"G-got it!"

*RRRRUUUMMMMBBLLEEEEE!!!*

"AAYYIEE!!!"

What the hell... I've never heard Anna scream like that before! "You okay in there?!"

"I-I'm fine!"

I couldn't see shvt due to my positioning, but judging from the trembling rumble of the APC, I could only assume that we were treading on smooth ground as Anna steered us around the area.

"T-this is...."