Scavengers of the Carbon Waste
"Johnny picked himself up off the asphalt, soaking wet and tingling all over. The burning car that had made him jump out of his truck was gone, and so were the four around it. He could see where they had been, and the blinding flashes going off in the line of stopped traffic, but he couldn't make sense out of any of it. There were cars. And people in the cars. More lightning, then fewer cars."