Danger Days--Part 27

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Danger Days--Part 27

Well it’s no surprise that an alarm starts going off when we’re just about to reach the gate, meaning no time for one of us to jump out and open the gate with a card. This escape’s been a lot of improvisation so far.
I speed up to 90 mph, knowing we’re gonna have to break through, good thing this car’s built for this kind of damage. Being in such a small space to begin with, the gates are coming up faster than I expected, so I get the car to go a little faster when we’re only a few yards away from the chain-link fence gateway. Before we go crashing through the gate, Jen leans out the passenger side and throws out two bombs, then I hear the screeching noise of the metal fence scrapping against the car. We actually knocked out the bottom of the fence, which tore it out of its upper hinges. It slides along the top of the car for a while before it’s left behind with the reformatory, rocking with chaos as the bombs go off.
“How did you get those things to go off anyway Dune?” I shout over the car’s engine back to her as I continue to drive up to even faster speeds.
“You connect the wire ends on the bomb which starts sending a current that deteriorates the battery, which in turn causes it to explode in about twenty seconds,” she says looking out the back window, marveling in her work of destruction. I smile and shake my head at her, then I turn back to see how Show took it.
“What about you? Did ya get a chance to use the big gun?” I say half joking half serious, we are still escaping after all, the building is only about half a mile behind us.
“Yes,” he replies wittily. “Not sure if I shot anyone with the first fire, but I aimed for the control box to the gate the second time, I actually hit it,” he goes on, getting giddy as he explains.
“Well, you try aiming for those cars behind us, looks like they’ve deployed the reclaim crew,” I hear Jen say from the back. I glance over to the review mirror, and sure enough, more Drac cars coming to recollect their unexpected escapees.
“Crap, start firing if they get too close!” I yell out as I start pushing the car to its limits. The cars are still far behind, but my band decides to kick up so I have to get Show to take the wheel. It hurts bad enough that I let up on the gas pedal a bit and we end up slowing down, the Dracs take advantage of it and are soon close behind.
I grit my teeth and really put the pedal-to-the-metal, picking our speed back up and regaining some of the lost distance, but I wouldn’t say we’ve lost them just yet. I try driving as best I can, even though I had to drive no handed when I felt an after shock coming on, only intensifying the numbing pain in my arm from my first shock. After it passes I notice that I’ve let the Dracs catch up to us a noticeable amount. This only makes me more ticked-off, that no matter where I go, BLI manages to keep a hold on me.
I can’t get ahead enough to outrun them, so we’ll just have to kill them off, great.
“I can’t shake ‘em guys,” I say taking another look in the mirror and seeing the closest car is coming up to us.
“Well even I can see what’s coming next,” says Show, moving to lean out the window. “This oughta be easier with the better line of weapons,” he shouts as he aims at the first car he sees. He pulls back the trigger and lurches back from the nukes back-kick, and the car he had aimed at goes up in a ball of flame. I didn’t think something could cause that much destruction, and the man I had always seen as my father was its creator. The sudden rush of nausea came so unexpectedly, I didn’t even think that after so much had happened to me, that this killing would bother as bad as it did the first time I did it. God! I need to stop having these kinds of feelings if I planned on making a life out here, both my known and unknown family had lived—and some still are—living this life of rebellion, if they could do it, then so could I.
I shake the thoughts away and focus on getting Jen outta this mess to (if not total) then some kind of safety. I see the car I’d noticed earlier, and bite my lip, I stick my arm out the window and take aim for the small space between the car frame and the wheel, then speed forward quick before the car blows up. After I see that I made the shot, and that the car blew up in a plume of flame as big as the one Show took out, I wonder: maybe Show’s right about my aim being perfect.
“With that one gone,” I yell out as I pull my head back in to work on getting us farther ahead, “How many are left?” I say looking over to Show who’s managed to create some obstacles for the remaining Dracs.
“Well, I took out the first one,” he answers coming back into the car. “Then there was the one you took out, and I think there were five cars to begin with,” he says taking a quick look behind us. At that moment Jen tosses back another bomb which lands on the windshield of the unlucky Drac car that was right behind us. I slam as hard as I can on the pedal to get away because I have no clue what the range is on that thing. There’s a loud boom and big gust of wind comes in from behind us, but I keep speeding ahead.
“Well that makes it two now,” Show says looking back again.
“Shouldn’t be too hard,” I say half-heartedly, I’m really getting tired of hitting my head on the wheel. “Take the wheel Dune, Show hand me the nuke,” I say moving to unbuckle…what? In situations like this it’s best to buckle up, don’t wanna go flying through the window or anything.
Show puts the nuke in my lap before he takes hold of the wheel as Jen clampers to the front seat. Once she’s sitting next to me, she moves her foot to take the place of mine on the gas pedal. After Jen has the wheel in her hands, Show lets go and grabs his gun and starts shooting behind us. I start to move my way to the back where I can get more room, once I’ve gotten myself back there, I carefully start to stand in the seat. I grab onto the metal rail of a roof to pull myself up, then lean all my weight on the actual roof part once I’m standing as a support. I lift the nuke up onto my shoulder and take aim, from here I can see that there’s a third car we didn’t notice before. I brace my foot on the back of the front seat before I squeeze the trigger, remembering how it kicked back on Show. My first shot reaches it’s destination, taking out the car that had gone unseen, once I’ve recovered my breath, I hear someone yelling up to me.
“I think you missed!”
It’s Show, thinking I’ve made my first miss on a very dyer moment.
“There was a third car, I just took it out before it could be a bother,” I retort with a quick smirk. I take a look at the remaining two cars, and notice how close they are to each other…idea.
“Show, you think you can get the front tire on the car to the left?” I say looking back to Show.
“Yeah, I think so,” he says after he takes a look at the position of the cars.
“Good, when I say so, I want you to take that shot, I’ll fire at the car on the right,” I yell back to him as I lift the nuke for the next shot.
“Got it!” Show replies.
I aim and wait ‘til the cars are as close as they’ll get to each other, then I yell out, “NOW!” Show fires off his gun, and it takes out the front tire of the car, sending it into the other, I follow close with a shot from the nuke. Just as the cars collide, the one on the right gets hit with my shot, exploding into a fireball, taking out the other in the process. I duck back down before I can get hit with any debris, I look over to the front to see Show climbing back in and Jen trying to get us out of here as fast as she can without slamming on the brakes.
“Keep going Dune, there might be more,” I say as I look back at the mess of flame and car parts we left behind us, highly doubting that anyone survived that. We go for another mile or two without anyone coming out of the blue to try and attack us, so I decide to take a look from a higher point of view. I lay the nuke on the back seat and pull out my gun from my belt loop, then grab onto the rail and hoist myself back up. When I look back, I don’t see anything but an orange dot in the distance that is the remains of our first car chase…well, the first one we got away in.
“We’re clear, but we still better put some distance between us and here,” I say as I set myself down in the back seat. “Do you think you can drive for a while Dune?” I ask breathlessly, my pain and tiredness is finally catching up to me.
“I think so, if you need to rest, rest then,” she says, sounding nervous in the beginning, but then sounding more like she’s giving me orders in the end. But she’s right, I need rest from all the death and fighting and the pain, even if I won’t be escaping it entirely with sleep, band still shocks me then. I don’t care though, it’s the only time I seem to be at peace, so I lay myself out as best I can on the backseat and I close my eyes, and I drift off into one of the deepest sleeps I’ve had in a long time.

Part 28: http://www.mychemicalromance.com/blog/zone-specter/danger-days-part-28