The sound of motorcycles speeding outside, made Terry snap awake. At first he had no idea where he was, then it all came together, Hunter was still fast asleep beside him, and they were on the second level of the barn sleeping for the night.

It was now dark out, and it was hard to see anything around him, he heard engines rubbing together and men hooting and yelling at each other.

They were right outside.

Terry slowly crawled towards the walls, and peaked through one of the many open cracks in-between the hard finished wood of the barn, he could see outside perfect, and the sight he saw made his heart jump inside his throat.

It was a motorcycle gang, he had heard about them before. In fact, him and Hunter had to dodge a few packs of them once or twice.

They were dangerous people, they stole, raped, and killed just for fun, they would travel in groups of twenty or more, and just ride around looking for trouble.

And their they were, right outside, with torches, and ridding around like crazy.

"Terry?" Hunter's voice made him jump, he sounded half awake, and scared.

Terry told him to hush, and then he looked out again.

"Terry, what is it?"

"Shut up!" He hissed back at him, and looked out, they were talking about heading inside.

His heart started to race, he had to think of a way to get Hunter away from there.

He then took Hunter by his shoulders and brought him close to him, he told him that there were bad people outside, and he needed him to take his bag, and run into the woods, even if those people were chasing him, he needed to run and hide.

"Terry, come with me." Hunter cried, scared and white as a sheet.

"I can't...I need to distract them so you can get away...don't worry, I'll run to once I know your safe."

Hunter had no idea what was going on and cried in his arms, but Terry held him tight and told him he loved him.

The voices of the men were getting louder.

They then went down the ladder, and very slowly opened the front barn door.

The men were on their bikes future to the right side of the barn, the orange flames from the torches lit up the dark field.

Terry slowly slid out with Hunter, and then hold him to run...with that Hunter started towards the woods...he had to cross the length of two football fields to get there, but his tiny legs were pumping, and he didn't look back.

Right away he heard the men shout, about Hunter, and were about to run after him when Terry ran out in front of them, waving his arms.

"HEY I'M OVER HERE...GO AFTER ME!"

The men all looked at each other and Terry kept screaming, he needed them to go after him, instead of Hunter.

"YOU HEAR ME...GO AFTER ME!"

With that the sounds of bikes started up and Terry tried to run, but some of the men had gone around the barn and blocked off his only exit, they jumped off their bikes and ran after him, they caught him, and dragged him into the barn.

They used torches to light up the place, and all twenty-five of them made a circle, and started to fight him, one by one.

They punched him in the face, kicked him in the balls, tripped him, used their knifes to rip apart the skin of his arms, they shoved him into the dirt, and the biggest of the men went on top of them and kept punching his face until it was a bloody pulp, and all he did was cough blood.

They used things around the barn, pitch forks, hammers, knifes...they stabbed him dozens of times in the legs and chest...soon he was soaked in his own blood, most of his bones broke, and this close to being dead.

To add a little extra fun, they took him up to the second floor, dragging his almost lifeless body, and one of them used there hunting knifes to stab him three times in the stomach, then they threw him out the second floor window, with a loud crash he fell out and landed on an old dirty mirror along with some other frames and metal that was laying around behind the barn.

The glass broke, and blood gushed up from his body.

With that the men hooted and cheered, and then took off on their bikes.

Hunter the whole time was hiding in the forest, near a fallen log, he hid in the darkness, shaking in the muddy ground and watching in the distance, everything happen.

When he saw Terry's body be thrown out the window he closed his eyes and started to rock back and forth.

About ten minuets later at one of the camps, Michael was fast asleep by one of the fires, his hands were under his head and the cracking and popping of the fire made him drift off easy.

"Hey Mike!" Michael opened his eyes and looked up at Jersey who was pulling on his leather jacket.

Michael blinked his eyes.

"What is it?"

"Some people said theirs trouble at one of the barns about a mile from here, said they saw a group of bikes head in the opposite direction, might of lit fire to the place, we're heading out you wanna come?"

Michael looked around at the trailers, shacks, and tents, and saw everyone was still pretty much up, women were sitting in lawn chairs talking, kids were running around, some people were at the meal truck and having there late dinner, some of the men standing around, but a good number of them were getting their stuff and jumping into trucks.

But then again, Michael had been to a million of these things, and most of the time they were nothing.

"Is Utopia coming?" He asked.

"No, she's back at the trailer...you coming or what?"

"I'll have to pass, with our luck they just lit fire to the barn and that's it."

Jersey playful kicked Michael and called him a lazy son of a bitch, and then took his shot gun and jumped into the nearest truck, which was all ready starting to get filled.

Michael watched the trucks take off, and then shut his eyes again.