around.
The older, frightened man ran to his small truck three cars down from the blockade. Rune kept an eye on him, sensing the man might be a bit of a wild card. The last few cars in line managed to U-turn and speed off. The beautiful blonde remained near the barricade, screaming at the police officer, clearly not frightened by the display of firepower. Rune was impressed by her utter lack of fear.
To his disgust, he had to push his bike onto the grass to avoid a car nearly sideswiping him as the driver tried to maneuver and escape the escalating chaos. In order for Rune to safely get away, he was going to have to wait out the bedlam or risk being run over by the panicking people. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the young man help his injured wife into their car. A swiftly approaching figure drew the biker’s attention. It was the older man running toward the young man’s car.
“Hey! Mister! Let them go!” Rune shouted.
“You have to kill all of them!” the terrified man screamed, raising a small firearm.
Placing his hand on the Glock in his holster, Rune tried to track the old timer with the lanky gray hair, but it was difficult as people ran along the street trying to get to their cars while other vehicles nearly collided in their haste to get away. Rune lost the man behind a big blue truck. Several loud pops burst the air and then a male voice rose in a terrified scream.
“Shit,” Rune grunted. He was too late.
The blue truck finally skidded around a smaller vehicle and roared away revealing a tragic scene. The young man who had been seeking assistance for his injured wife was inside his car screaming as he rocked her body in his arms. The shattered windshield and spray of blood told a truly gruesome and terrible story. The scared older man gawked at his handiwork, gun still raised. He appeared to sense Rune, for he lifted his eyes and stared at him.
“We have to kill them all!” he yelled. “We have to kill them all!”
Rune had never been so tempted to shoot someone (other than his ex-wife’s new boyfriend) in his entire life. His fingers flexed on his firearm, the desire to draw and fire almost overwhelming. No one behind the barrier seemed to notice what had just occurred. The murderer’s gunfire had melded into the cacophony of warning shots to drive away the final cars.
“I’m an American, fucker!” the blonde’s voice rang out. “Do you understand what that means?”
The only reason the gorgeous psychotic bitch hadn’t been shot was probably because of her looks.
As one of the last cars sped away, a station wagon full of kids, dogs, and possessions, Rune finally let go of his weapon. Only the blonde’s sedan, the murderer’s small truck, and the victim’s car remained.
“She was one of those things!” the killer shouted. “You saw that right?”
Pulling back onto the road, Rune shook his head. He was ready to go and leave this madness behind him.
“Move it!” a voice shouted.
The killer ran to his truck, shoving his gun into his belt.
“You cannot enter the town. We’re not allowing anyone in! How many times do I have to tell you this?” The police officer’s voice was exasperated, but not nearly as forceful as when more people had been gathered at the barricade. Rune recognized that voice. The guy was going to give in.
The killer rode away in his truck, narrowly missing Rune’s bike and leaving him in a cloud of dust.
“Asshole!” Rune gunned Charlene and aimed the bike away from the men he knew were watching his every move. Without looking back, he took off at a fast clip.
Chapter 5
Rune wanted to put as many miles as possible between him and the barricaded town. He knew a bad scene when he saw it and that town was headed for an epic downfall. Already one woman had lost her life due to idiots panicking. He hoped Rick and his daughter Cassidy would be all right despite the mayhem. Rune considered trying to circle around and enter