The roar of engines echoed through the desolate wasteland as the final four racers pushed their modified vehicles to the limit. Survival Race was no ordinary competition—it was a brutal, lawless event where the winner earned not just a title but the right to live another day.
Mira tightened her grip on the wheel, sweat dripping down her forehead as she swerved past a crumbling overpass. Her battered dune buggy, The Reaper, barely held together after enduring landmines, spike traps, and ruthless opponents. Only one rule mattered: cross the finish line first, no matter the cost.