John stopped and thought. “You’re right. Which room is it?”
Dana’s fear melted away, she smiled and replied, “Room five thirteen.”
Portia couldn’t sleep. Her life was upside down and soon she’d be someone’s slave to be used for any number of depraved desires. How could her life have turned so fast? Why? These were pointless questions to ask because they didn’t help her out of the situation she was in.
Every uneven spot of road or pothole caused the truck to shudder and bounce.
She had no idea where the next stop was but they’d been on the road for a few hours. Before she’d heard the drivers talking but didn’t hear this time. Did it matter? She thought. Probably not.
Loud popping sounds came from outside the truck followed by dull thuds.
To Portia is sounded like gunshots.
The truck lurched hard to the right, then to the left and back to the right again. These severe turns through the women around in the back like rag dolls.
“What’s going on?” a woman named Maggie asked.
“I think we’re being shot at,” Portia answered just after slamming against the far wall of the trailer.
The truck came to hard stop.
The women were thrown towards the front of the trailer with several landing on top of the other.
Gunfire rang out from outside. From the sounds of it the gunshots were coming from all directions.
“What do we do?” a woman named Cecile asked.
“Just lay here, don’t move,” Nancy replied.
“No, grab something that can be used as a weapon. We don’t know who is attacking us, we must prepare to fight,” Portia said getting to her feet and rummaging around in the mostly dark trailer looking for something that she could use to fight back.
“You don’t know who it is, you could provoke them to hurt us,” Nancy snapped.
“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re under attack,” Portia countered running her hands along the floor of the trailer in hopes she’d find something soon.
Screams came from what sounded like the cab of the truck followed by gunshots then silence.
Portia paused her search and listened.
“I think we should…” Nancy said before Portia interrupted her.
“Be quiet,” she said just above a whisper. “Listen.”
Portia and the nine other women sat silent, their ears scanning for any threatening sound.
An uncomfortable silence blanketed them. Most of the women sat huddled together, holding each other but Portia who was near the doors.
What’s going on? Portia asked herself.
Heavy banging on both sides of the truck made them jump, and caused several women to cry out. Seconds later, a clanging and screeching of tortured metal came from the back door.
Portia scrambled for something to use but came up empty handed.
The door flew open. Standing in the orange glow of torches were six Generates, their bodies smeared with fresh blood.
Needing to put space in between them and her, Portia ran to the back of the trailer just as the other women cried out in terror.
The Generates didn’t move, they stood staring inside the trailer.
“What’s in there?” a booming voice said in the darkness.
The Generate closest to the door, replied, “Women.”
“Good, more fresh meat. Pull them out,” the voice ordered.
The six Generates leapt inside the trailer with cat like agility and rushed towards the screaming women. Portia thought to fight and when the first Generate reached her, she did just that. The only weapons she had were her fists and she lashed out, striking the first Generate in the face with several blows. Inspired by Portia, the other women also began to fight, punching and kicking the other Generates as they came at them.
The fight was short lived as more Generates poured into the trailer and subdued Portia and the women. One by one, they were dragged out of the trailer, their arms and legs bound and tied together behind their backs in what is known as a hogtie.
As Portia was carried past the cab of the truck she saw the carnage inflicted on Earl and his partner.
Earl grunted signaling to the Generates he was still alive, who promptly responded by tying him up and carrying him along with the women.
Just when Portia thought her life was upside down, it found a way to get worse.
Dana pushed the door of room five thirteen open and found it pitch black. She stepped inside quickly, disappearing into the darkness.
Following close behind, John entered and tried the light switch at the entrance but it didn’t work. “Hey where did you go?” he asked walking further into the darkened room.
“I like it in the dark,” Dana whispered from the far corner of the room.
John walked towards her voice with Chuck and Tim on his heels. “Are you hiding?” John asked feeling around until he walked into the bed.
“Over here,” Dana called out.
John tripped and fell down, “Oh, come on this is bullshit.”
The door slammed shut ridding the room of the little light there had been from the hall lights.
“What the hell, Dana?” John barked getting back to his feet.
The lights came on blinding the three men as they shielded their eyes. By the time they adjusted to the light, Kyle, Tommy, Cal and Eric opened up on them with their handguns. A dozen and a half rounds later, John was lying on the bed wounded fatally while Tim and Chuck were sprawled on the floor dead, blood oozing from several wounds in their chest, back and head.
Dana watched with joy at the sight of her enemies lying dead and wounded.
John reached out to her, “Help.”
She looked at Cal, who handed her the pistol he was using, walked over to John, placed the muzzle against John’s forehead and said, “You’re a piece of shit.” She squeezed the trigger once.
The single forty-five caliber round exploded out of the back of John’s skull, splattering blood and brain matter over the bed.
Kyle nodded his approval and caught Dana’s eye. She winked and handed the pistol back to Cal. “There’s three more at the door. Put a fresh magazine in and I’ll go finish the job.”
“You will?” Cal asked.
Before she could reply, Kyle said, “Makes sense, seeing her isn’t out of the ordinary; seeing us roll up would cause alarms to go off.”
Cal reluctantly put a fresh magazine in the pistol and handed it back to her. “Be careful.”
She nodded and said, “Follow me, stop at the last turn, when you hear me whistle come on down. Eric do you have the charges to blow the door?”
“Yes,” Eric answered tapping a large green satchel.
Kyle gave Tommy an odd look and asked, “You guys are really impressing me today. Exactly what are we doing here? You could have done this all by yourselves.”
“We’re not out of here yet, if this turns into a huge gunfight, we want gunmen who know how to fight to help us get out of here,” Dana replied cutting off Cal who opened his mouth to respond but wasn’t quick enough. Dana shoved the pistol into the small of her back and strutted past Tommy and Kyle, stepping over Chuck and Tim’s bodies.
As she walked by, Tommy asked, “Ever consider joining Leviathan?”
She stopped, turned around and said, “Talk to me about it once we get out of here. If it’s anything like this, I might say yes, I’m rather enjoying my night.”
Tommy grinned, gave her a wink and faced Kyle, “A really like this chick and she’s hot too.”
“C’mon boys, let’s finish this,” Dana said walking out of the room.