Sharon
slowly trudged along the highway. She carried the rifle limply.
As
she staggered down along the asphalt she had a million thoughts
running through her head.
'Why? Why did they let her escape. Why didnt she try to go back and stop them from killing her family...They were probably dead. Right? Or not...Would he want them as captives?..'
She was interupted by a suburban pulling up behind her. A woman rolled down the window.
"Need a ride?" She asked. She looked at the limping figure and smiled somewhat sympathetically.
Sharon looked at the vehicle. She knew better. Especially in these days. But the strain of shock and stress had got to her and she opened the passenger door and climbed in. The woman eased down on the gas and the suburban accelerated ahead.
Sharon leaned back in the seat when she heard a gun hammer pulled back.
"Drop that rifle babe and dont cause any trouble," She heard a mans voice say in the back seat.
She looked over with a start at the driver. The woman gave a predatory smile and eased a handgun out of a hidden holster and aimed it at her.
Sharon dropped the rifle on the seat alongside her. It quickly disappeared into the back seat.
She turned to look at the voice behind her.
"ENOUGH," The woman said roughly. She reached across the seat and gun-slapped Sharon alongside the head, "Dont look in the back. Look straight ahead."
Sharon did as she was told. She had seen enough in the back seat to terrify her.
Another girl. About 16 was laying in the back seat. Her hands, legs and her mouth duct taped to keep her immobile. She glanced at Sharon with terror-stricken eyes. That was all she could see before being forced to look ahead.
She shivered at the thought. She wasn't stupid and had a good idea what the situation was.
"Where are we going?" Sharon asked. Although she tried to control herself she began quivering as she said it.
"Blackjack," came the mans voice in the back.