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head back that way.”
    “Yes, I can,” the police officer answered. He ominously flipped off the safety on his shotgun.
    That was enough for Rune. “Hey, man, calm down. These are just scared folks.”
    The other men behind the blockade had been eyeing the biker since his approach just waiting for him to cause trouble. A few took on more menacing stances.
    “I have my orders. Move along,” the officer ordered. “This is not up for debate.”
    “My wife is injured!” the blonde man exclaimed. “I need to get her to a doctor.”
    The older man spun about on the younger one. His bushy gray eyebrows lowered over narrowed eyes. “How did she get hurt?”
    “You have to let us through!” the beautiful woman screamed at the top of her lungs, trying to drown out all the other people arguing.
    “We’re all Texans, man. We don’t treat each other like Yankees,” Rune protested, annoyance making his twang heavier.
    “We can not and will not allow the infection to enter our town. Now move along,” the officer said in a sharp, loud voice.
    The weapon in his hands barked, the shot echoing through the hills. Rune had witnessed the officer pulling the trigger, but he still started. The knot of angry protestors ducked in fear, shocked by the sudden burst.
    “Move along. Now!” the officer shouted. “The next shot won’t be over your heads!” The man pointed straight at Rune. “You, there! Back that bike up.”
    “Sure thing, officer.” Rune knew better than to agitate the man further. Once a person fired a gun, it became a whole lot easier to pull the trigger a second time. He immediately started to pull the bike around, already calculating how he could bypass the roadblock via another route and make it to his buddy’s home.
    The beautiful woman lifted her cellphone and started snapping photos of the police officer. “I’m posting this to the internet!”
    “You all need to disperse now!” the officer barked.
    The men standing behind him all made a big show of lifting their weapons.
    “Wait! Wait!” the older guy cried out. “This man’s wife is one of those things. Infected! We can’t go back to our cars! She’s back there!”
    “No, no! She got hurt when she fell down. We were trying to get away from those things!” the younger man protested. “She just skinned her jaw and broke her arm!”
    The older man shook his head adamantly. “Officer, you gotta go kill her! His wife is going to be one of those things!”
    “No! No! She’s not infected!”
    The line of cars had grown while the conversation became even more heated. Other people were climbing out of their cars, frightened looks upon their strained faces. The tension in the air was palatable and building to an explosion. Rune could feel the armed men tracking his every movement as he slowly reversed the bike down the road. There was no way in hell he was going to put his back to the barricade.
    Holding her phone over her head, the beautiful woman was obviously trying to get some bars while still yelling about letting the world know what backwards hicks the police officers were. A car door opened behind Rune. He glanced over just long enough to see a young woman with light brown hair and deeply tanned skin emerge from the passenger side, clutching one of her arms. She was coated in blood and her jawline was one large abrasion. Rune could see the fear in her dark eyes.
    “She’s one of them!” the older man screamed.
    “No, no!” The younger man shook his head. “She’s hurt. Officer, please let us through.”
    “Dave?” the woman called out.
    “Back up now!” the men behind the barricade shouted.
    A few fired their weapons.
    Panic seized the frightened crowd. The small group of people scattered, some ducking down behind the first car.
    “Morons,” Rune grunted. He was almost clear of the long line of vehicles.
    Emboldened by the crowd breaking apart, the armed men began to fire into the air, shouting out orders to turn the cars