Chapter 3.
"My Heroes."
I made it atleast halfway through until my tire slipped on a druggy's foot. I went over my handlebars. The druggy's began to close in on me. I stood up quickly, and pulled out the Louisville Slugger.
I swang at one of there heads, and he fell over and took another druggy down with him. They made an even tighter circle on me. I swang and swang at them, and they all dropped like dominos. But there were too many and my arms were growing tired. One had his hands on me and his teeth were bared and ready to sink into my flesh.
Then I heard a lound bang. The druggy's head exploded and got all over me and my cap. Then I heard another bang. And another. I looked toward where the shooting was coming from and I saw a man in scrubs, and a woman in a police cadets t-shirt, cargo pants, and combat boots.
I ran towards them and their car.
"Get in!" They yelled as the man ran over to the drivers seat. I sat in the back seat and set my bloody baseball bat on the floor of the car.
"Th-.. Thanks." I said in a low voice to the duo. All of us were breathing heavily. The woman seemed about her early 20's and the man about in his 30's.
The woman spoke. "Hey, I'm Tara. This is Charlie." She said in an upbeat voice as if nothing happened moments before.
"H-.. Hi, I'm Andrew, c-.. call me Andy." I said, still thinking about the events at the bridge. "Can you take me to Western Road? My dad lives there and that's where I was headed."
"Sure, we don't have anywhere to go anyways." She replied as the she sighed and the man nodded in the rear view mirror to me.
