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{Thank you to everyone for fallowing along, I hope that all of you will stay with me for this journey.
{Thank you to everyone for fallowing along, I hope that all of you will stay with me for this journey.
“DEACON, IT’S JUST A HONDA. YOU CAN OUT RUN IT EASY!” Dave says.
“This ends now!” Deacon
responds calmly.
He pulls back the bolt to chamber a round in the rifle. He presses the parking break down and cranks
the wheel, sliding the truck so that his door will open towards the oncoming
car. Before the truck comes to a
complete stop, Deacon opens the door and jumps out. Everything appears to
be moving in slow motion. Deacon raises
the rifle and sprays the Honda with a barrage of .308 caliber bullets. The first shot hits the windshield of the
car, shattering it. Deacon’s aim is not
as good as it would be with the smaller rifle, the rounds however, still find
their mark. After emptying the magazine,
he mechanically drops it out of the gun onto the deserted street. He takes another one out of his pocket and
slaps it into the bottom of the rifle and chambers it again, reiterating the
spray of bullets. By this time Duke has
jumped out of the shot out window and joined him at his side. The Honda limps to a stop thirty yards away
from where Deacon and Duke stand. Steam
is billowing from the holes in the radiator.
The passenger’s side tire is completely flat. The car is riddled with bullet holes. Deacon drops the second magazine and slides a
third one in, and once again chambers a round.
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