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The desert sun is already beginning to set, bathing the wasteland in a reddish glow as Kane sees the sprawling city of Phoenix in the distance.
"Never thought I’d see this place" he mumbles as he takes a drink from his canteen and continues toward Phoenix.
He suddenly hears the distant sound of motorcycles heading towards him. Pumping his shotgun, he turns around to see three men on motorcycles heading directly for him. They’re still about 200 yards away, so Kane draws his .223 pistol and aims for the lead rider. The rider is about to draw a weapon when Kane fires a shot and is rewarded with seeing a spray of blood and the rider falling from his bike. The second rider draws a magnum but is thrown from his bike as he hits the fallen leader’s cycle. The second rider is thrown 10 metres before he lands in a cloud of dust, and doesn’t get up.
The last rider comes straight for him, viciously swinging a heavy chain. Kane aims his pistol and nails the biker with a perfect head-shot, the rider slumps over the handlebars of his bike and keeps going until he crashes into a pile of rocks and the bike explodes in a huge fireball.
Seeing the smoke seeping from the other two crashed bikes, Kane know they would never work again, so he continues his journey to Phoenix.
On the way to Phoenix, Kane stumbles upon a campsite of some sort. He sees the smouldering remains of a campfire, and a makeshift bed occupied by a grimy-looking man in dusty metal armour. Probably a friend of the three he just wasted. What gets Kane’s attention though, is the beautiful motorcycle standing a few metres away from the sleeping man. He creeps quietly forward, .223 in hand towards the man, but before he gets within a few metres of him, a dry stick snaps under his foot. The man’s eyes snap open and he sits up, aiming a pistol of some sort at Kane. But before he could pull the trigger, a bleeding red hole takes up residence between his eyes, and his lifeless body slumps to the ground.
Kane looks around, making sure there are no more before holstering his smoking pistol and searching the corpse of the man. The first thing he does is take that pistol the man had. It’s a Beretta M-9 "Specialist" and it seems to be in good condition. It has a full clip, too. Further search of the body reveals some more ammo for the pistol, a few cigarettes, some cash and a bottle of whisky. Not much, but that’s not what he was after. He stands up and walks over to the motorcycle. It’s faded black in colour and seems in very good condition. He checks the fuel tank and finds it almost full, and in the supply bags attached to the bike he discovers two full gas cans. Very nice.
Kane finds nothing else in the campsite so he jumps on the motorbike and starts it. It sputters a bit at first, then roars like a lion as he speeds off towards Phoenix, raising a billowing cloud of dust behind him...
--to be continued--
P.S. Jim Bob, are we going to see anymore fan-fics from you?
"Never thought I’d see this place" he mumbles as he takes a drink from his canteen and continues toward Phoenix.
He suddenly hears the distant sound of motorcycles heading towards him. Pumping his shotgun, he turns around to see three men on motorcycles heading directly for him. They’re still about 200 yards away, so Kane draws his .223 pistol and aims for the lead rider. The rider is about to draw a weapon when Kane fires a shot and is rewarded with seeing a spray of blood and the rider falling from his bike. The second rider draws a magnum but is thrown from his bike as he hits the fallen leader’s cycle. The second rider is thrown 10 metres before he lands in a cloud of dust, and doesn’t get up.
The last rider comes straight for him, viciously swinging a heavy chain. Kane aims his pistol and nails the biker with a perfect head-shot, the rider slumps over the handlebars of his bike and keeps going until he crashes into a pile of rocks and the bike explodes in a huge fireball.
Seeing the smoke seeping from the other two crashed bikes, Kane know they would never work again, so he continues his journey to Phoenix.
On the way to Phoenix, Kane stumbles upon a campsite of some sort. He sees the smouldering remains of a campfire, and a makeshift bed occupied by a grimy-looking man in dusty metal armour. Probably a friend of the three he just wasted. What gets Kane’s attention though, is the beautiful motorcycle standing a few metres away from the sleeping man. He creeps quietly forward, .223 in hand towards the man, but before he gets within a few metres of him, a dry stick snaps under his foot. The man’s eyes snap open and he sits up, aiming a pistol of some sort at Kane. But before he could pull the trigger, a bleeding red hole takes up residence between his eyes, and his lifeless body slumps to the ground.
Kane looks around, making sure there are no more before holstering his smoking pistol and searching the corpse of the man. The first thing he does is take that pistol the man had. It’s a Beretta M-9 "Specialist" and it seems to be in good condition. It has a full clip, too. Further search of the body reveals some more ammo for the pistol, a few cigarettes, some cash and a bottle of whisky. Not much, but that’s not what he was after. He stands up and walks over to the motorcycle. It’s faded black in colour and seems in very good condition. He checks the fuel tank and finds it almost full, and in the supply bags attached to the bike he discovers two full gas cans. Very nice.
Kane finds nothing else in the campsite so he jumps on the motorbike and starts it. It sputters a bit at first, then roars like a lion as he speeds off towards Phoenix, raising a billowing cloud of dust behind him...
--to be continued--
P.S. Jim Bob, are we going to see anymore fan-fics from you?