“Empty,” Sam said.
The biker tossed his gun on the ground and threw his hands in the air.
“You think we’ll be the last? There will be more people like me. You won’t be able to kill us all.”
Sam pulled the knife out. Tank’s blood was still stained on the blade.
“Maybe not, but you’ll do for now.”
Mike knew he was out there. He saw him run around back, trying to escape. All of his rage was focused on one point; kill Jake.
The pain shooting through his body didn’t faze him. He wheezed with every breath, a knife-like pain stabbed his lung, his hands felt like they were going to break off, but he pushed through it.
He limped along the backside of the stores. When he made it to the edge, he could see Jake running back up Main Street by the storefronts. He was trying to flank Sam.
Mike sprinted as fast as he could. Every movement and breath was like swallowing glass, feeling it scrape along his insides as it slid down his throat and into his stomach.
When Mike heard the gunshot go off, his pace quickened, then when he turned the corner onto Main Street, he saw Jake lying on the road with Kalen towering over him.
“No,” he whispered.
Killing was something you never came back from. It changed you, turned you into something else. That was what it did to him. You couldn’t unpull the trigger. You couldn’t rechamber that bullet once it had been fired.
Jake’s blood pooled on the street, oozing from his neck where Kalen had shot him. Whatever childhood she had left in her was gone forever.
Night of Day 13 (the Cabin)
Freddy waited until he couldn’t hear the Jeep’s engine anymore before he opened the door to his room. He and Sean had stayed hidden inside when Jung was tying everyone up.
Freddy wanted to do something. He wanted to help, but Sean was too scared to move, so Freddy stayed with him. They hid under the bed until Freddy was sure Jung was long gone.
When Freddy came out, his mother let out a sigh of relief.
“Freddy, thank God,” Anne said.
“Mom, are you okay?” Freddy asked.
“I’m fine, sweetheart. See if you can find some scissors in the kitchen.”
Sean ran to his mom, burying his face into her stomach.
“I’m sorry I didn’t help. I was scared.”
“It’s okay,” Katie said. “I’m glad you’re safe. That’s all that matters.”
Freddy found the scissors in one of the kitchen drawers and started cutting everyone loose. Anne and Fay were the first ones out the door, but came back in quickly.
“He’s long gone now,” Fay said.
“Why would he do that? I know his wife’s sick, but did he really think this was his best option?” Katie asked.
“Desperate people do desperate things,” Fay said, picking up the revolver Jung had left behind.
Ray propped himself up in a sitting position after Freddy took the zip ties off him. He had his leg on the coffee table and was gently adjusting the splint around it.
“So, what’s the call, Anne?” Ray asked.
“What?”
“Well, right now we know three things: Mike, Ulysses, and Tom are in trouble, Jung took the Jeep, and Sam went to go help Mike. Assuming Sam doesn’t come back and the bikers come looking for us, our one chance of escape is now gone. ”
“You think we should leave?”
“That’s your call, Anne. This is your place, and it’s your family down there.”
Anne knew he was right. She had to be the one who made the call. What did Mike always tell her? Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.
“We’ll head to the farm. If things turn that bad, then we’ll have a better place to defend ourselves. We’ll be able to see them coming. If we stay here we’re sitting ducks, especially if they come back tonight,” Anne said.
“What if Mike comes back?” Fay asked.
“If he comes back, then he’ll know where we went. The farm will be the first place he checks. Better to cause him a little worry now and keep everyone safe than try and be stubborn and stay here,” Anne answered.
There was only one problem with the plan they had, and everyone knew it. They just didn’t say it out loud.
Ray couldn’t make the journey to the farm, and if the bikers came back tonight, he wouldn’t survive.
“I’ll be fine, Anne,” Ray said, responding to the look on her face.
“I don’t know how we’re going to move you, Ray, but we will.”
“You leave me a twelve-gauge and a box of shells, and I’ll give anyone who comes through that door a nice surprise.”
“They still have the cart. If we bring it back, we can wheel him out of here,” Fay said. “Just like we did with Jung’s wife.”
“Let’s get started,” Anne said.
Anne had everyone grab a few things. There was the potential of them never coming back, so whatever they didn’t want to lose she told them to bring with them.
Fay still had her rifle. Anne picked up the pistol that Jung left behind and grabbed a new box of ammo, along with some rations, water, first aid kit, and a few spare articles of clothing. She packed enough for both her and Freddy.
There was one shotgun left that they handed to Ray with a box of shells. They moved him over to a chair in the living room where he had a better angle at the door and was hidden from the view of the window.
“We’ll be back, Ray,” Anne said.
“I’ll be here when you do.”
Once everything was packed up, Fay led the group through the trees to Ken’s farm. Anne looked back at the cabin as they departed. This was the second time she was forced to leave her home. It was easier this time, leaving, and that sense of detachment worried her. She wasn’t sure if her family would really ever have a home again.
Fay was greeted with the barrel of a shotgun sticking in her face when Ken opened the door to their house. It must have been close to midnight by the time they arrived, and the late-night call did nothing to improve Ken’s already less than cordial manner in regards to visitors.
“What in the hell are you people doing here at this time of night?” Ken asked.
“We have a reservation,” Fay answered.
“Don’t get smart with me, woman.”
Anne pushed her way to the front of the group. From Mike’s description of Ken, she knew what she was walking into. Even with the agreement he had set up with Mike, there wasn’t a guarantee that he’d help them, but he was their last hope.
“Mr. Murth, my name’s Anne Grant. You spoke with my husband earlier today,” Anne said.
“What does that have to do with your visit?”
“I know you’re aware of the biker gang in town?”
“Yeah.”
“I think they may be on their way to the cabin. I was hoping we would be able to stay with you until my husband comes back.”
“If your husband went down to face that gang, then he’s as good as dead. And so is our agreement.”
Ken went to slam the door shut, but Anne grabbed it before it closed. She could only see a sliver of his profile through the crack of the door.
“The agreement will still be honored. We can help you bring the ammo back here. One of the members in our group has a broken leg. If we can use the cart to bring him back, we can load the rest of the ammo in with him,” Anne said.
The door neither opened nor closed any further.
“All of it?” Ken asked.
“Yes.”
Anne took her hand off the door. Ken slammed it quickly. The one thing she tried to do to save her family didn’t work. They had nowhere else to go, and without the cart to wheel Ray to safety, there was no telling what kind of fate would befall him.