Like mice who have been lucky enough to hear the tell-take tinkle of the house cat’s collar, you scurry for cover. It’s fast work, and your bodies course with adrenaline from the sudden sense of urgency!
You can hear the vehicle backfiring, as it gets closer and closer to your stretch of road. A piece of machinery badly in need of a tune up, by the sounds of it. The longer you wait, the louder a second sound becomes. You hear the frantic grinding of bicycle chains, as the riders push and push the vehicles to their very limit.
Nestled in your hiding space, amidst the brush, or behind the now-tarped car, you hear a huffing, heaving voice cry out:
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an exhausted rider forces out, breaking the silence, as the dogged riders come into view. The words are accompanied by a grunt from the woman, suggesting she was digging deep but just about to hit the bottom.
From further back, you hear the sound of what must be someone flooring the pedal, and the car’s engine springing to life. The riders take half a second to look back.
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A scream erupts from the other rider, as the brutal-looking car dashes into view. The driver means to run the two women down, and your stretch of road provides the perfect place to do so!
On the car comes, its wicked spikes bearing down on the two riders. All three zip by in a moment, and you crane your necks to see what happens next!
The driver comes on all the faster, and it’s all the two riders can do to avoid being skewered on the hood of the car. The two riders separate just as the car whooshes down the middle of the road. The charge is dodged, but the driver quickly corrects, and brings his car to a skidding halt, intent on cutting off the escape of the two young women.
A loud
eeerrrrrr… squeals about the trees, as worn rubber tries to brake on the road. You can’t imagine how many walkers must be turning their gait this way in response to the noise.
From your place in the copse of trees, you watch the two riders, now dismounted reunite back on the road. The taller one, older than the other by a few years, fumbles for something in her bag. You watch as the car’s door opens, and then a second later closes, and a large man swaggers his way up the road towards the two fearful looking women.
