"Hey, buddy." The mercenary walked up to the car and tapped the severely deformed hood with the muzzle of his gun, "Can you get out by yourself? Uh, don't get me wrong, I mean, do you need emergency services..."
He frowned, stepped back a few steps, spread his hands toward the car, and continued, "Looking at the state of these cars, it seems you've been through some intense battle."
No one responded to him, and the car door remained closed.
The entire convoy just stood there silently, without any movement.
"Something's wrong, something's definitely wrong..." came a murmur from the crowd.
"Can you sense the memetic aura inside the cars?"
"Yes... but it's really weird..."
"Could it be..."
"Shh, don't speak nonsense!"
"I'm really wondering, are the drivers humans or something else... Damn it, someone take off whatever's blocking the windshield!"
