After a few monts of observing I could tell that it was the other wagon that was kicking up dust. Its black form a perfect dot on the horizon. Surrounding it were a number of smaller vehicles kicking up dust clouds of their own. After watching a bit longer I realized they were motorcycles. They were much faster than the wagon, and seed to be circling around it concentrating their fire on the horse.I could tell that it was wounded, and starting to slow down.
I started to walk toward the oncoming group.
Donny! Stay here, theyll bring them to us, yelled Deux.
I ignored him. My blood was up from our recent experience at Tilly, and I was eager to take it out on soone. These raiders had volunteered for the privilege. I started activating my abilities. I was able to shut down all of their abilities and hit the nearest one with freeze, causing him to lose control of his bike and slam into an old rusted road sign. After that I took a knee to make myself a smaller target and started taking shots. There was a lot of dust in the air, but thanks to the glowing highlight my ability provided I was able to shoot through it relatively easily. I alternated between firing and activating my freeze ability to make them lose control of their bikes. By the ti they realized what was happening Id already dropped four of them. Three turned their bikes from their pursuit of the wagon and started riding right toward , firing pistols as they went. I started moving sideways, forcing them to alter course. I tagged one more with freeze causing him to ride directly past , and shot the tire out from under the second. When the last one had almost reached , trying to run down, I stopped, grabbed the barrel of my gun, and swung it like a club at him. I heard a loud crack as the butt of the rifle hit him and he went flying, his bike riding off without him.
I looked back to the rest of the group and saw them handily mopping up the remaining raiders. Id taken one half and theyd taken the other. That seed about fair. I walked up just as the last raider attempted to flee, but Deux took care of him with a few shots from his revolver. Hed never been one for accuracy, but I didnt know of anyone who could shoot a pistol off as fast as he could.
I joined up with the group and was t with stares. They were becoming familiar to , those types of stares. Id gotten similar ones after Id freed the people that had been kidnapped up in Boon. They made uncomfortable, but Id wanted blood, I hadnt really been concerned with how it would affect their opinions at the ti. I gave the group so space while they checked on the people in the wagon, the horse, and the cargo. I occupied myself collecting what I could find off the raiders. I pocketed a fair amount of 9mm and .308 ammo for myself, and put everything else usable in a backpack I found on one of the bodies for the rest of the group to go through. Undertaker groups didnt only pick up children, they also traded with what settlents were willing. The raiders gear and their bikes would likely have a lot of value, particularly when we reached Fette, where the bikes and their parts in particular would fetch a good trade or a high number of points.
I helped everyone load the goods onto the wagons. Deux was talking to various people, and guards were patrolling around as we tended to our wounded. We had no casualties, but one of the n had been shot in the arm, and a woman in the leg. Luckily, they were caregivers, and so they were expected to be on the wagons taking care of the kids most of the ti anyway.
When Deux was done organizing everyone I approached him. What happened?
Aside from you trying to get killed? he asked, his smile having an edge to it I had grown used to seeing over the years Id known him.
I gestured toward the n I killed. Seems like they were the ones with a death wish.
He shook his head, but his eyes softened a bit. Nothing new apparently. New group of raiders that the horde hasnt been around to mop up yet. Probably figured theyd raid so deadn and no one would bat an eye. They attacked when the wagon was a little over halfway here. If the wagon had been able to stop they probably wouldve been able to hole up and pick them off, but the horse got his blood up, they were forced to just do what they could to lead it here and take pot shots when they could.
Will the other wagon be okay to continue?
Should be, once Celty and Claire have a al. Deux pointed.
I looked over to see a few deadn dragging raider corpses over to the horses. They began digging in with their sharp teeth, taking large bites. That would certainly save us a few days of their feed.
We should move the wagons down the road a bit, I suggested.
Deux nodded. Once theyve had their al well move down the road a few miles. Dont want to wait and see what the motorcycle engines and gunshots stirred up.
A few hours later everything was settled and we were camping a few miles closer to the next settlent. Aside from the trouble the other wagon had brought, theyd also picked up two more young, and even managed to trade for so radded out freshwater that a settlent had no use for. Everyone was sitting outside, eating so stew that had been prepared over the campfire and chatting.
I sat on the edge of camp. Id considered staying in my little corner of the wagon, but decided to take so fresh air while it was available. I got the occasional nod from caravan guards as they passed. Theyd doubled the number they usually had out as a precaution after the day's events.
I decided to fiddle around with the radio Id traded for back in Jasper. I turned the dials, listening to a mixture of static, but not hearing much of anything else. I tried to hear the music Id heard described second hand, but just as I thought I was starting to get it a voice ca through.
Pride.citizens. The ti. NOW!
It was just a smattering of words with no context, but they startled when I heard them. The voice sounded like soone giving a speech, addressing a crowd. They trailed off, and I tried to adjust the dials in order to find it again, but I couldnt. It had been so brief that I wondered if I was starting to feel the sa madness as that of the man who listened to the music of the wastes. I strained my ears at the radio, but no new words ca.
I sighed, and finished my stew. I walked into the camp to return the bowl, and noticed the banter and chatter Id been hearing quieted when I ca into view. I ignored it, returned the bowl and walked back into the wagon to sleep. When Id left everyones view, the chatter started back up again, a little of it close to where I was laying down. People often forget that the wagons were only walled up so high before they were covered in cloth.
...dangerous guy. I wonder why Deux brought him with us?
Probably because hes dangerous. You saw how he took care of those raiders.
I did. How was he making them just stop, like that? It was like he was just looking at them and it made them freeze up.
Are you sure he wasnt just shooting them? Nothing like a bullet to keep soone from moving.
True Did you hear how he was found?
I shook my head. Eavesdropping didnt do any good. I stood up and went to look over the young. Most were sleeping peacefully, but the smallest one, the one wed picked up from Tilly, was looking around curiously. He was already looking better than when wed first found him. I held out a finger to him, just within reach and he took it, grasping it firmly. I played a little tug of war with him, until I heard soone approach. I looked up and saw Rhea, coming in with a bowl of food. I coughed, retrieved my finger gently, and went back to my spot in the corner.
I took out my book and read for a little while, escaping into a different world for a ti. Eventually the sounds in the camp settled until all I could hear were the footsteps of those on patrol. I kept reading until about the second watch change, and after that I dogeared the book, pulled the brim of my hat down over my face and went to sleep.
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