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Gareth pulled his chopper up outside the bar. There were rows of bike beside where he parked his. The flag of some other two bit gang plastered on the wall. What little grass and weeds there were in the dry Arizona heat had over grown, up the walls and windows.everything was covered in dust and sand, the wooden rotting.
He he slowly stepped off his bike, straightening out his vest. "Alright boys let's loot the place. If they were good bikers, then we'll grab the guns and booze stashed around. If they weren't, well we'll just move on then."
he grabbed his shotgun from the back of his bike. Loading a shell he stepped out, pushing open the bar doors.
He he walked forward, his boots clicking as he did. He made his way to the bar, pushing back the empty beers. "Nothing but that Mexican piss," he said tossing an empty bottl at the wall, "all gone too."
he he stood up. Pointing at Johnny he spoke, "find me a god dam drink in this place. I don't care if you turn every mattress over or make your own. Just get me a drink."
Johnny quickly rushed off and he looked at Drake, "what are they odds. U.S. Crossing one of the Vegas riders in their territory. Didn't expect any of you boys to leave home. Thought you and Johnny boy would be held up there till you died. His old man bit the dust huh, who else?"
he he leaned back. "Never got why you guys liked this heat. So dry, I can barely breath."
Drake pulled his bike up beside Bones, Switch on his other side. He saw the tag of the other gang on the bikes, the wall too. He never encountered them much, keeping to themselves. They were on good terms, as long as they stayed away from each other. All were Spanish, and didn't interfere with the guns or drugs in Vegas. That was good enough for him.
He whipped his gloved hands on his jeans. He was wearing his vest, Jean as compared to leather, still worked. He had washed out jeans, and sneakers. Walking through the bar he watched Bones.
The man wanted a drink, and was angry, the usual. He never liked him, and new it was mutual, despite being brothers of the Angels. The chapters didn't always agree. Louisiana was always more ruthless and cut-throat. Vegas was lighter, cared for the people. Didn't threaten and harm the community. It was there town too, the small little town outside of Vegas. They kept the big dogs away.
He watched Johnny get sent away. "His name is Switch, Johnny boy was his dad," Drake said calmly. He listened to Gareth talk to them, simply nodded along,.
"Yeah we did for a bit. Hank died early on, got bit, then Clubber and Johnny boy turned on each other. Meat died in the crossfire." Drake spoke coldly, these were his family, the ones who raised him. He didn't like to talk about them dead,more respect. They didn't even burry them.
"I don't like being moist like you. Clothes don't cling," he said pushing off. "I'm gonna go find the gun cabinet. See if they had a hidden safe or in the walls like us."
Johnny parked his bike, slowly he climbed off putting his hands into his leather jacket. He pulled it down, stretching the loose leather out. He wore a plain white shirt under it, a pair of black jeans and his boots. He rubbed his beard, putting his helmet on the handle bars. Making his way into the bar he leaned against a table.
He was craving a smoke,badly. When Garret spoke to he simple nodded. He was expecting it. Since meeting back up with Garret it's been that way. Johnny boy do this, Johnny over there, Switch do everything. At least Drake was normal. He moved down the hall. Before this he had never met Garret or any member from Lousiana. He hadn't even been with them long. At the point he was t wanting to argue, his father told him not to speak like that to those of higher rank, and Garret was president.
Still after all this time, it pissed him off. Sooner or later he would snap. But for now he would go along. Didn't want a fight, not after just loosing his dad, and the others.he continued down the hall, going into one of the rooms. He saw a mini fridge. Opening it he grabbed a beer. It was warm, but full. He came back and roses it to Garret.
"There's your beer. Now why don't we actually find something useful. Guns, food, water maybe."
They had been traveling for days now, navigating around crumpled up and abandoned accident scenes, avoiding herds of the dead and trying to figure out a safe place to be. With the disaster now a few years behind them the most desolate places seemed to be ripe feeding grounds for the walkers. The cities had been abandoned as they ran out of fresh food and both her and her sister Sienna passed by people trapped in their cars behind torn limb from limb. They both hated that sight so much. It still made her stomach turn no matter how many times she saw it. She had seen motorcycle accidents and all kinds of race wounds, but those never bothered her as much as watching someone get torn apart by another person.
She knew they had crossed over the border from Nevada into Arizona as the dusty old sign still showed them navigation. Her plan was to get them to the Grand Canyon. They could camp, fish, get fresh water, all that. Sienna wanted a group. They lost their father, their boyfriends, all their friends but at least they could still keep going on their motorcycles. Finally, when it seemed they would never find civilization again, they came across an abandoned little town in the middle of nowhere. It reminded her of those old western towns that were now tourist attractions or historical sites dotted along the west. And there were bikes.
She slowed her bike as she flipped the visor to her helmet, pointing in the direction of the bar.
"Let's stop here, figure out where we are. Maybe find some gas and something to drink." Her voice was a little louder, muffled by the sound of her helmet and bike engine, but she knew Sierra could hear her. Her ears were tuned in and her sister had better perception when it came to sounds then she did. It came in handy when walkers were near.
Sienna saw Sierra slowing Dow and stop. She pulled up next to her sister's bike. She lifted her visor and stared at the place she was talking about. Sienna smirked and nodded. She saw the bikes lined up outside. Probably a bunch of dead roughnecks inside. " we take it slow, bet the dead in there are twice our size" Sienna was more cautious and methodical, it was learned from all her years working on engines." We can check the tanks for gas and possible parts for the bikes." That was how she thought. Make sure their rides kept rolling. She'd scavenge parts from anything she could.
Sienna costed her bike closer and stopped at the end of the long row. She didn't pull in next to it, but parked behind the row, blocking the last two, pointed straight out if they needed to bug out. She climbed off and removed her helmet. She felt heat on her legs coming from the bikes she had parked behind. Her eyes widened a bit," these bikes are warm." Someone had ridden then recently.
Gareth hesrd the sound of bikes outside. At least one of them wasn't a chopper, a racing bike. It was more electric, different engine sound. He moved forward toward the door.
"Where's Drske," he said quietly to Johnny. He waited for an answer as he grabbed his gun. "Let's see who we have first. Don't act on it unless we have to. If we can overpower them we take everything they have. I only heard a few, should be able to take them."
He pushed the door to the bar open. "Don't move," he said holding the gun at them.
He saw it was two girls and simply smiled. "Well evening ladies. Best step away from those bikes now."
Gareth relaxed his stance, keeping the gun aimed at them. "What brings you ladies over this way?"
Johnny looked back down the hall. "Drake went for the guns. We got this. Let's just look first, if we need him I'll go grab him," he said calmly. He kept his psitol out, aiming it at the door. "You go first, I'll move behind you."
He took a deep breath, letting Gareth head out the doors first. The man wanted to rob them, Johnny didn't want that, and knew a drake wouldn't either. They weren't about stealing and killing others, even before this. You could make deals, work around it. Something Gareth obviously wasn't good at.
He stepped out, saw the two girls. Johnny lowered his gun, watching as Gareth kept his up. He saw their bikes, none really screaming biker gang, so at least this wasn't there home. They didn't look like trouble, some hung back, watching them.
"They're probably here for the same reason we are," he said calmly, "just a drink, guns. We don't need to be hostile." He looked at the symbol on the wall, checking to see if any of the clothes they wore had it.
"It's the last stop for miles on the dusty road, why else would they stop here."
Sierra rolled up with her sister, turning off the bike, but keeping the helmet on. If a bunch of biters were going to pour out of the bar she was going to make sure her head was protected. They both wore leather racing jackets, gloves and boots, so she felt protected enough. If the helmet got in the way, she would push it off and start firing. As her sister touched the Harley's she went up to a couple, knocking on the gas tanks to see how full they were and how much they could ciphon out.
"So? They're warm, that means the gas is still fresh, which means we can take what we need and get out of here. With any luck, they're still asleep inside."
But that luck ran out when a couple of them came out with guns out. She reached one hand to her jacket as the gun was held to them. Slowly she started to turn around and she noticed him relax with a smile as if they hadn't seen women in a number of months. But he was no fool. He still kept the gun aimed at them.
"Yea, drinks. That's what we're here for," said behind the muffle of her helmet as she watched the other guy lower his gun.
Sienna had her back to the door. She was facing her bike as she was about to get the equipment she needed to siphon the tanks. Her hand was on her saddle bag and she froze. She glanced at Sierra, looking for a clue of what to do. Her body didn't gove away anything. Shit, Sie, what are we doing?
Her hand could barely move and get a grip on her shot gun. Should she pull it and turn, would he shoot first? Fuck, what do I do? Her hand barely moved and her fingers locked around the grip. All she needed was the signal. She heard Sierra answer the man and again , she waited.
Gareth walked up behind the girl with her back turned. He placed a hand on her arm. "Don't like to say much, it's okay, no need to be shy," he said getting close to her. He looked at the other girl.
"Why don't you take off that helmet, no need to hide Hun," he said with a smirk. He placed his hand over top of the one Sienna held the grip with. "Why don't you just put that down, no need for trouble now." He moved his other arm down her side, directly behind her.
"You ladies look like you need a little fun. Why don't you earn that drink. Plenty inside, sure we can share if you have something to offer."
Drake went into one of the bedrooms at the biker club. He flipped the mattress, looking for any sign of a safe or a lock box. He traced his finger along the wall and found a loose panel. Pulling it open a section of the wall gave way. He tossed it behind him, a large safe in the wall. He couldn't open it, not without the right tools.
Moving to the main room he went to the bar area. There was a pool table not far from the bar stools. It was to close to play on, meaning it had another purpose. He traced his finger along the edge until he found a latch. Pulling it open he lifted the top of the poop table exposing the insides.
There was the standard ball indent of the pockets, but around those was a bag. He pulled it up, lifting the bag of guns up onto the table. It was heavy, bulging awkwardly. Opening it up he saw some assault rifles, clips for them. There was a shot gun, box of shells. A few bags of weed, and pistol and magazines. Two sub,aching guns, with some scopes attached. It was most likely and emergency stash.
He noticed Gareth and Johnny were gone, voice being hesrd outside.
Grabbing his own gun he stepped out to find Gareth really close to another girl. He rushed past Johnny and pulled Gareth away. "Step back man," he said coldly to the older biker, "we don't need to scare them."
He looked at the girls. One wore a mask, racing helmet. "You here for the supplies too? Looking to loot the place? We were here first, but maybe we could come to an agreement, share them. We don't want trouble, and it's getting late out. Why don't we all go inside, discuss it before it gets cold. Or you girls can just ride away, we're fine with that. Won't mean anything to us."
Sierra watched Gareth carefully as he seemed to be the most aggressive one out of the lot she had seen so far. When he touched Sienna though, that's when she started to get nervous and trigger happy. He told her to take off the helmet, which was exactly what she did. Her dark locks spilled down her shoulders and she really felt like she would kill someone to get back into a salon for a wash and a stylish cut. He would see the look on her face as she pulled her gun out, holding it low as the helmet dropped to the ground.
"Why don't you get your hands off my sister now?" She was being defiant with him as she spoke. She never trusted the biker gang types. She thought they were dirty and slow compared to the sleek, hip racers her and her sister hung around with. They went to the clubs, they danced and they were much more upscale then the beer guzzling one percenters.
She looked at Drake as he came out, telling his friend to step back away from her sister.
Sienna was silent as the man came close to her. She heard Sierra speak, as he was talking about having fun and touching her. His hand rested over the one on her gun, but he wasn't paying attention to the one hanging by her side.
Another man came up quick and pulled him back , just as Sienna was about to bring her elbow up to Gareth's face. Her moment moved her and she went into Drake. Sierra said they needed gas and would go. For the first time she spoke as she shoved away from Drake, 'and parts, we could salvage some parts from these bikes, for later, if we need them." She locked eyes on her sister, but completely ignored the men, except for the one who wanted to play grab ass. Sienna eyed him and the expression on her face spoke volumes of what she thought of him. He was a pig of the worst kind.
She looked at Drake, 'gas and some parts and we'll leave."
Gareth felt drake pull him a way and clenched his fists. "Come on now, you know I wouldn't do anything. Bitch probably liked it," he said calmly with a smirk at both Sienna and Sierra. He watched them, taking a step back.
He watched as Drake took the elbow and was shoved back, Gareth'smshotgun coming up into range again. He smiled at the girl who took off her helmet. "Now now, no need to get feisty. Even if he's into that, don't need to go starting nothing. Why don't we head inside, out of the sun and keep discussing. You ain't taking anything from the bikes, hell no to the gas. That's valuable, worth more than money was before this."
He paused. "Since gas is money, there's always ways to earn it. Or make a trade. But I think earning it would be more fun. What you say boys, these girls look like. They can dance don't they."
He kept the gun aimed at them. "Come on, loosen up girls. We ain't bad guys."
Gareth resented, as usual. He didn't expect what came next though. The elbow aiming for Gareth came to his face. He was stunned by it, stumbling forward. The girl pushed him off and he rubbed the place on his cheek that it hit.
"Ow, the fuck was that for," he said looking at her, "Ah fuck, I wasn't even the one on you. The pig over there was." He watched them both, seeing the girl,with the gun.
They wanted gas. Fair enough, who didn't, ecspecially out here. "Gas huh, well the bikes may have some. Beside that there may be a fuel drum out back. This wasn't exactly a gas station. One bar in the middle of fuck tone no where. But we may have some. Why don't you put the gun away, we'll do the same, and we can discuss this."
He knew she couldn't do anything, not without Gareth and Johnny shooting her down. She couldn't take them all on.
"It's getting dark though. Not matter what way you came you know this is the only stop for miles. Will be dark not matter what way you travel down the highway. Middle of the. I got before you roll into town somewhere. Ain't walkers anywhere, but raiders travel the road. Nearly had a bike stolen from under us the other day. Some dumb Mexican fucker and an Indian in a truck. You both don't want to be out there at night."
Johnny watched the goings on, hanging back. He held his psitol by his side, but didn't raise it. He wasn't going to react, not yet. There was no victim here. Gareth was an ass, but he didn't hurt anyone yet. Johnny wouldn't let that happen.
"Going to need different parts for that," he said calmly, speaking up. "The racing bike for sure. Other bike may be able to use some of the chopper parts, but not hers. Battery would be about the only thing, and with the dust blowing they probably won't work."
He kept his relaxed stance as he watched them and listened to his friend. "Drake is right. Only stop for a while. You don want to be out that late out there. We can spare some gas, and will keep an eye on the pervert here. You don't need to be afraid."
He whipped his hand on his shirt under the jacket. "Why don't we start over. How about an introduction." He offered a handshake to the girl with the gun. "I'm Johnny, that's Drske," he pointed to the man with longer hair and bare arms, "and Gareth," he said pointing to the older man in the back, scowling at all this.
She didn't trust any of these three as far as she could throw them, but Johnny seemed to be the most down to earth out of all of them. Gareth was a pig and Drake seemed to want them to stay the night for reasons that could or could not be more nefarious. She stood there quietly as she watched her sister stand up for herself. Gareth was right though. Gas was gold and it was something they needed but she would not dance for it, no way. She would kill these guys and steal their gas before that happened.
But it was getting dark and they didn't have time to mess around with these guys. Both her and her sister did not like to ride at night. She was a bit more daring and would take her chances if it came down to it, but at least her and Sienna could agree on that much.
Johnny took her hand and she tucked her gun away as she had no choice in the greeting. "I'm Sierra. That's my sister, Sienna."
She looked between the three of them wondering more about their caliber. "You all come together or did you just meet also?"
Sienna just stared at Drake as he cursed and asked her what that was for. She hadn't meant to hit him and he knew it. He was the one who pulled the sleazy guy off and got in the way. Sierra was talking to the last one. He seemed to have the most manners of all of them, maybe. He was talking about the parts from the bikes and Sienna laughed and looked at her sister," well, maybe not now, but once I play with them, should be close enough, maybe." She glanced at him as he introduced them and then Sierra introduced her. God she gave their real names! Sienna fought to not roll her eyes. She glanced at Drake, " sorry." She didn't move far from her bike until her sister did.
Johnny watched the reaction of the other two. Gareth just glared, Drake stayed silent. He listened to the girls talk, glad the one actually shook,his hand. "Alright, nice to meet you both, without the guns." He watched them both,taking a step back.
"Not unless you can meld and bend the parts. I don't see a forge around. They take different parts. Some may transfer, but not all. You'd be best to fix up,one of the choppers and scrap yours for the race bike," Johnny said. He had spent enough time fixing both. He whiled his hands on his jeans again.
"Now you don't have to come in, one of the other buildings on the property would work if you don't want leave. We'll keep our space, just watch our bikes."
"It's alright," Drake said with a simple nod. He smiled at them both, "as Johnny here said, I'm Drake. You girls from Nevada or Arizona? Or did you travel out to the middle of the desert for fun." He kept his arms casually crossed. He moved around so he could look at both of them, rubbing his temple from where he was hit.
"Johnny and I have been together since this started. He's from the same chapter as I," he added. "Met Bones a few months back. Random luck that we crossed paths with him. Guess he was heading this way looking for us. Been travelling with him since. What about your two? Sisters? Cousins," he asked.
The looked similar, could easily be related. Plus sienna Sierra, he'll of a coincidence. "The offer for you to stay here I still there. Would best sleeping in a shed or a tool storage house. There rooms in there, actual beds. You could have your own."
He looked away. "Then tomorrow we can both go our selerste ways."
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5