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bindtorturekillme · 20 days ago

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Your Eyes, Vacant and Stained

Ch.14 - 5.3k

Pairing: Frank Iero x Gerard Way

Frank gave Gerard a disgruntled look, scrunching up his nose, “We’re going to stay quiet, who knows what’s on the other side of those doors.”

“If I were four zombie apocalypse adventurers…, where would I get captured…”

Gerard giggled at his own dark joke before pushing forward through the double doors.

Warnings

Gore, Death, Murder, WORK-IN-PROGRESS, not completed (and chapters unknown) but I know the ending, trust me guys I will write it, I just need people to love this idea with me, Zombies/Apocalypse AU, Gay, mcr??

Support my AO3 with part fourteen otherwise, enjoy ♥

The hour and so drive went quicker than Frank expected, especially when they realized the CD was a mix of artists and not just one Weezer album.

They both remained silent for the drive, but once the GPS led them to a small, gated community they both straightened in their seats and peered around. The sun was setting before they reached the neighborhood.

The gated community was more of a neighborhood of smaller gated communities consisting of four to five houses each. Once they passed the neighborhood threshold, there were no signs of zombies at all. The streets were mostly clear, Frank could see inside the gated areas, and some had cars parked in front of houses. No blood, old or new, was staining anything, but there also didn't seem to be any living humans patrolling or cleaning up.

The GPS led them to the back of the neighborhood that eventually looped at the end and led all the way back up the way Frank and Gerard just came from. They had passed at least thirty houses, each one looking similar but not identical to the last, one contractor clearly designed this place.

All the gates were closed except for the one they were being led to, that gate was swung completely open and looked to be tied up with fairy lights. Gerard cut the engine just outside the gate, parked in a way they'd be able to hop in and escape if necessary.

As they walked through the gate, they realized the fairy lights led from the gate to the center of the houses in the roundabout. There were five houses which the fairy lights also led to from the center. The deeper they walked into the roundabout, the louder the music they hadn't noticed at first became, and the darker it grew.

Each exchanged a hesitant look before lifting their weapons. They both opted to leave most of their things in the car; Gerard decided to leave the gun in the car to attract less attention to them, but Frank wondered how smart that was now. Most of the houses they passed had all the lights off and seemed uninhabited, but these five were blasting light like the sun. Frank wondered how every light being on in every house hadn’t already attracted major hoards.

The closer they got to the fifth, odd house in the center of the other four, the two realized it wasn’t really a house but a cathedral mansion. It had everything a house did but was triple the size and had windows larger then four Franks put together. The top peeked like a church with a cross at the very top, spotlights from either side of it highlighted it like a star on top of a Christmas tree.

The music was noticeably loud now, neither of the men recognized the lyric-less mess of instruments but it brought a homely, warm feeling to the place. Neither of them feared a possible zombie jumping.

Before they could reach the door to the church, a giggling bunch of children ran past them quickly, not giving them a second glance as they entered one of the neighboring houses playing a game. Frank and Gerard exchanged a what the fuck kind of glance before lowering their weapons completely and letting themselves into the large white wood doors.

Despite the entryway being huge, it still looked and felt like a normal home. There was a bench on each side of the door with a couple pairs of shoes hidden beneath them. A nearly empty coatrack covered a corner with a decorative plant. The archway out led to a huge living area with three triple cushioned couches, each pointing to two separate flat screens that were hung next to each other on the wall.

There was no sign of anyone being here. Everything was pristine white and looked untouched, or just cleaned.

“Now this is a set up,” Frank cracked a forced smirk and elbowed Gerard in the side. “You guys wish you could’ve had this at that appliance shop.” He let out a chuckle, Gerard relaxed a little with it.

“Come on, we need to find them… The pin just stops in the house…” Gerard walked through the living room to find an equally as large kitchen that was just as sterile feeling.

On the opposite side of the living room, Frank opened the door to a master looking bathroom; full tub with shower, a toilet, a sink that could have been a double but instead had an oversized bowl with a weird design. The door next to that was a deeply shelved towel closet stuffed full and smelling fresh.

“Gerard… everything here is so…”

“Clean.” They both met in the living room, “I know. It’s weird. Those were normal kids out there, though, so there must be people here.” Gerard turned towards the giant double doors that sat on the opposite wall from the front door. “We can go through there, otherwise, there’s a staircase that leads to a basement in the kitchen.”

Frank’s head tilted slightly, “Basement?”

“Well, the stairs go down, they lead us to a lower level.”

Frank pointed to the double doors, “Let’s quietly peak through those, did you hear any sound coming from the staircase?”

Gerard shook his head, “The music is still pretty loud over there, we can check the doors quietly but I doubt anyone is going to notice us.”

Frank gave Gerard a disgruntled look, scrunching up his nose, “We’re going to stay quiet, who knows what’s on the other side of those doors.”

“If I were four zombie apocalypse adventurers…, where would I get captured…” Gerard giggled at his own dark joke before pushing forward through the double doors.

Frank was right to be quiet, the doors led out to a wide landing with a double staircase leading down into one of the largest chapels Frank had ever seen. It was currently empty, from where they peered down to it.

This temple was very different from how typical Christian or Catholic churches looked. The pews were dark wood chairs cushioned with cream pillows. All the chairs faced into the middle of the room towards a single body pedestal surrounded by stairs. The windows didn’t have any beautiful mosaics, instead they were typical large windows you would see in a house with vaulted ceilings. A large gold framed mirror was hanging on the wall opposite from the men, where either side had an door propped open to the backyard.

The music was blaring in here, bouncing off the walls with an uneasy echo. The smell of hot, roasting meat also drifted its way into their nostrils, Frank’s mouth nearly watering.

“Hey…” A nudge from Gerard ripped his eyes away. Gerard’s hand was extended, pointing out one of the tall windows next to the pews. Only a few feet away from the building was a huge dance floor with a handful of kids still on it.

The music started to die, and the kids quickly began to filter out of sight towards the open doors. Frank and Gerard crouched at the top of the stairs, waiting for them to enter but they stayed in the yard. The music was quickly replaced with the sound of squealing excitement from a choir of children.

The two of them exchanged a look of confusion before creeping their way down the stairs. Nothing from outside came into view until they were nearly at the doorway. The outside expanded only a few feet back and had multiple fairy lights strung up over a long table with food sprawling from one end to the other. Tens of circular tables with nice tablecloths, also covered in hot meat dishes, surrounded the front of the table filled with people of all ages in nice dresswear.

The main table was set so everyone was facing towards the temple except for four, very familiar heads facing the opposite way. The table looked uneven and strange, young children sat at each end and filled most of the seats moving in besides a handful of adult women who sat every five to seven kids.

In the center of the table, standing tall with raised arms was a man dressed in a black tux with no jacket. His vest was a deep purple overtop a grey shirt and jeans. It wasn’t until they noticed the guy praying to the sky that they realized each woman at the long table was also wearing purple, but in shades that gradient from light to dark, left to right. They all had matching sandy, blonde curly hair. Each child was also dressed in a corresponding color to the woman who they now assumed to be each child’s mother while the man was likely the father, or husband, to them all.

“And let us welcome our new guests!” The praying man yelled, scaring Frank and Gerard. His raised hands extended out towards them before splaying out to either side of the table. “Join us, friends. Everyone is welcome here. The food is fresh and still hot, and we still have plenty seats open.” Frank and Gerard hesitated momentarily before stepping past the threshold into the lawn.

Everyone was silent as they paused just outside the door for a moment to take a glance around. Every single pair of eyes was glued to them like a horror movie hivemind. The silence made Frank’s stomach turn. Ray, Mikey, Scarlet and Charlotte remained unmoving and looked slumped over now that they were getting closer.

“Moriyah, Willow, fetch the two men a plate. Little bit of everything.” Two girls from different moms stood quickly and raced to a standing metal rack of white plates. They looked around the same age but were dressed in very different styles of dresses. Each a different shade of purple.

They stacked the plates high with an assortment of sliced fruits and steaming hot meat, a little salad, and some form of mashed potatoes with a dark gravy. Their plates were placed at either end of their friend’s chairs. The two young girls pulled out two empty chairs and offered them out towards the men, keeping their eyes on their feet. Frank and Gerard exchanged a worried look before separating and taking a seat next to Ray and Charlotte.

The girls took their original seats back quickly, Gerard stared over at their group of friends who were all sitting with their eyes shut, but still obviously breathing. Each of them also had a plate in front of them. Frank stared down at the food. Strong scents of rosemary and thyme were nearly overwhelming his senses now.

“Please, help yourself everyone.” The praying man said, first staring each at Frank, then Gerard, before moving on to sweep his eyes over the crowd around them. “Do not wait for me, I will be ensuring our new friends feel welcome and have everything they need.”

Frank glanced up at the man who was continuing to stand there, towering over everyone in the area. Gerard elbowed Ray in the gut, succeeding in getting him to stir and force open his eyes.

His face was heavy, looking exhausted and high. Ray stared at Gerard for a long time, saying nothing, his face remaining blank with beat red eyes. Slowly, his gaze moved from Gerard’s face down to his plate, where his gaze remained as a small grin lazily plastered across his lips.

Gerard’s eyes shifted quickly between Ray’s plate and face; his plate looked identical to his own. Something Gerard didn’t think more of after moving on to poke his brothers arm gently, reaching past Ray to get to him.

Mikey woke with a response like Ray; his eyes were groggy and red, his face looked heavy and hard to hold up as he stared blankly at his brother. Gerard had seen them both high before, but this was worse than that, they seemed tranquilized. Mikey’s attention also quickly left Gerard’s face and moved down to his own plate.

Both slowly began taking small bites of each of their dishes, Gerard peered around the long table and realized all the children and mothers were also beginning to eat. Every one of them had their head down as they discretely took tiny bites of their meal as well.

Around them, the round tables seemed to do the same. The women and children had their heads hung over their plate as they took small bites. The men held their chins high as they grossly chomped at their thicker than average meat slices, grease dripping down many of their chins.

Frank’s attention had returned to his plate as he examined the food. The potatoes were fully mashed, had green herbs littering throughout and the gravy was thicker than he was used to with an unrecognizable smell. The meat was thicker and fattier than his normal cuts of meat as well, he assumed home grown animals were a possibility and maybe their cuts were different then restaurants or stores. The scent of the meat was what made his mouth water, though.

At some point, Mikey had nudged Scarlet into Charolette, waking both from their tranquilized slumbers to barely orientate themselves before also finding the food and digging in. As Frank watched everyone else eat, he suddenly lost his appetite. He was also overly aware that the man was still standing in front of them, watching them but saying nothing.

Frank noticed immediately Gerard was also not touching the food, instead he scanned the room and met Frank’s eye on his way back up. Between them, their friends were grossly devouring their food like everyone else. The biggest difference was Scarlet and Charlotte’s chins remained high along side Ray and Mikey.

Gerard broke his gaze with Frank to look at the standing man, who happen to be staring down at him with wide eyes and a creepy grin.

“Please, friend, eat. Food has become scarce around here.” Gerard’s eyebrows twitched, his eyes fluttering quickly back over the table again to admire the copious amounts of food that currently surrounded them.

Gerard picked up his fork and poked at the food, pushing some of it around to examine the inside of it all. The meat was what he was least familiar with, he cut into it with the side of his fork, and it nearly melted apart like slow cooked meat usually does. But the smell was off, even with the copious amounts of herbs.

“This food is delicious, John.” Ray’s voice slurred next to Gerard, making him jump.

The man in the middle slowly ripped his gaze away from Gerard, his creepy grin unmoving as he held his hand down towards Ray, “See? Even your friend is enjoying the food, and thank you, sir.” He half bowed his head, closing his eyes as his grin remained as if this was how his face looked when relaxed.

“You know his name?” Gerard directed the question to Ray, but Ray mostly ignored him to eat the food.

“Why of course they know my name! They’ve stayed with us for quite a while.” John said, his wide eyes now locked on Gerard in a stare down.

“Then what’s his name?” Gerard thumbed at Ray to challenge him, John’s grin not faltering.

But it was a nearby wife who spoke up instead, “Ray. His name is Ray.” Her head raised but her utensils were put down and she was no longer touching her food. John’s gaze slowly swept down to view his wife.

“Thank you, Kristina. His name is Ray. Obviously.” The woman barely nodded up at John with a small grin on her face. He returned to the stare down with Gerard without giving her more praise like she wanted, she quickly returned to discretely eating her dish.

Gerard continued his stare down of John while Frank finally broke his concentration from his plate. Too many horror movies and video game situations flashed through his memory of strange cult-like family and a grand meal. The feeling of his stomach flipping was what brought him back to reality.

Frank’s eyes slowly raised to examine Charlotte’s pleasantly groggy expression. Frank immediately noticed Charlotte ate her plate one entre at a time, and was still working on the first, the half-mashed potatoes. Something in Frank was thankful for that, he gripped her wrist tightly, another wave of relief washing over him when her heavily lidded eyes slid over to him with little hesitation.

The immediate recognition that sparked in her eyes gave Frank the pinch of hope he needed. “Charlotte… how can we help…?” His voice was barely above a whisper, John and Gerard too distracted with each other and Ray mindless eating for any of them to notice Frank. But panic bloomed in Charlotte’s eyes as she mindlessly shoveled another forkful of potatoes in her mouth.

Tears swelled in her eyes as she shuffled the food around between her teeth before gulping it down. “They told us… if we didn’t eat it all…” She choked on her tears as she whispered back. She shook her head slightly.

“Did you see them make it…?” Charlotte shook her head again. When their eyes met again, Charlotte began to swivel hers away from Frank’s face to look past him. Frank eyed John, sweeping his gaze over the others on his end of the table. No one seemed to be paying attention to them, Frank thankful that Gerard was sometimes obnoxious enough to get the attention of the room.

Frank followed Charlotte to see two large fire spits over still crackling bonfires. Each spit had two bodies rotating slowly, dark and dripping making sparks shoot into the grass occasionally.

Each body was very obviously that of a decapitated person, the spit stick going through their assholes up through their exposed throat. They were faced towards each other, so their necks nearly touched to form a grotesque double body. They were tied up into the fetal position, so they slightly resembled how pigs typically looked.

But it wasn’t easy to make people look like pigs. And each body had a decent amount of meat sliced from them, leaving them dripping blood as well as oil. The skin of all four of them was dark red and blackening in some areas, while the exposed meat from the inside was still light pink and glistening. Frank slowly looked back down to his plate.

Don’t throw up, don’t throw up, don’t throw up—

A tightness gripped Frank’s throat as he stared at the meaty chunks on his plate as his worst fears manifested into reality before his eyes. He wanted to keep believing it was some exotic meat he’d never tried before like… alligator or... duck.

Charlotte was staring him down with fear in her eyes now, waiting for him to look back at her. When he finally did, all he could muster was, “P-people…” Charlotte began nodding slowly, tears streaming down her face as she fought the drugs in her veins. “They’re… people…” Frank’s voice grew only a little, but the women and children at the table with them stopped immediately, peaking at Frank. Each one had a mix of fear and anger, each casting a different emotion towards Frank, but he didn’t notice. He couldn’t take his wide eyes off Charlotte who was fighting to stifle her near sobbing.

Without warning, one of the women across from Frank in an amethyst dress stood abruptly, dropping her chair behind her as her arm shot up to point at Charlotte as she suddenly started to scream.

Her scream was high like a pig squeal as she grabbed the attention of everyone in the yard, especially John and Gerard. “Gerard!” Frank’s shout made everyone look in the direction he was pointing, that’s when Gerard saw the spits. Gerard shot from his chair to throw his food along with Ray’s and his brothers.

The commotion seemed to sober the four of them up quickly as Ray fell backwards in his chair to the grass, attempted to frantically crawling away from the table as he gagged. Mikey stood quickly in a similar way to Gerard, they two of them crowded the opposite side of the table from John who remained standing there with a creepy grin, saying nothing even as his wife continued to scream and point at Charlotte.

Charlotte dropped to the ground quickly, hiding behind her chair crying, Frank grabbed the potatoes from her plate and flung them at the screaming woman in front of him. She was silenced as her mouth filled with the cold mash.

Scarlet was the last to respond, she was still dazed as the rest scrambled. Frank pushed Scarlet on her shoulder to wake her more, but he quickly realized she was conscious, just silently staring with wide eyes down at her plate. Her face was paler than he’d seen before, that’s when Frank saw her plate. She ate the same way Charlotte did, one entre at a time.

But Scarlet started with the meat and had finished it off.

“Scarlet...?” Frank’s voice couldn’t even make her look away; it was as if she wasn’t there at all. The next few minutes somehow went in slow motion, but Frank was unable to move fast enough.

Scarlet had tears falling onto her plate and within seconds her food came back up all over the table. It was dark green with bloody red chunks of meat and reeked of stomach bile mixed with rosemary. She threw up all over her plate, the table and the surrounding plates, including John’s untouched food that was most likely cold now.

But the reaction this caused from John was sporadic. His head whipped from Mikey and Gerard in a fighting position to glare at Scarlet. His creepy grin replaced with a disgusted anger as snarled his teeth at Scarlet’s mess.

With the blink of an eye, a gunshot sounded, forcing everyone in the yard to freeze. John held his disgusted face with his gun pointed out at Scarlet.

Frank and Charlotte had watched as a bullet sliced through Scarlet’s chest, blasting open the back of her chair and splattering blood and chunks of body into the grass, onto Mikey’s legs. Charlotte and Frank’s entire fronts were splashed as, Frank jumping back but Charlotte remained on the ground staring in disbelief at her best friend.

Bloody vomit drooled from her mouth as her body went limp. Time sped up again, Charlotte’s agonized screams filled the air as guests at the surrounding tables started to get up and run. Some tables flipped; others were being hidden under. John’s wives and children also started to scramble once they realized a woman was just murdered before their eyes.

“You are my witnesses, saith the Lord!” John’s booming voice took over as the sound of screams and clattering dishes filled the atmosphere. Ray stared at Scarlet in shock as he finally shuffled up to an overturned table, stopping him from going further. “And my servant whom I have chosen: that ye may know and believe me, and understand that I am He.”

Mikey and Gerard ran round opposite sides of the table, planning to grab him where he was, but each were stopped by a wife with a similar handgun. Each man shot their hands up in surrender. Charlotte wheezed and snotty sobbed into the grass beside her friend, clutching her lifeless arm as her head slumped onto her shoulder. The longer Frank watched her, the more dead and empty her eyes became. Flashes of the woman in the tub made Frank’s stomach turn and threaten to come up.

“Before me, there was no God formed, neither shall there be after me. I, even I, and THE LORD. AND BESIDE ME, THERE IS NO SAVIOUR!” John’s voice slowly escalated into a shouting that dragged everyone’s attention to him, including his wives holding Mikey and Gerard at gunpoint, giving them an opening.

Gerard grabbed the woman’s wrist and elbow, twisting and bending it up to point the gun away from himself. She fought well but she wasn’t nearly as strong. With a painful yelp, she released the gun into Gerard’s hand who immediately turned it onto her and shot. He hit her in the gut, causing her descent to be slower than Scarlet’s.

She clutched her stomach as blood tainted her nice dress. On the opposite side, Mikey hadn’t achieved quite as good of a victory as Gerard, but he still got the woman down and disarmed her. Instead of shooting her, Mike had stomped her knee backwards and broken it, preventing her from being able to stand.

The yard was nearly empty at this point safe for the other wives and their children who stood inside the house, under cover, watching through the large cathedral windows and doors. Some children were audibly crying for their mothers, this made Gerard feel nothing.

Gerard and Mikey moved in towards John, who was backing up and swinging the gun back and forth between them. Sweat was pouring down his head, making his gross, thin hair stick to his face.

Frank dropped to the ground beside Charlotte and wrapped his arms around her as she continued to sob, Frank had never heard such gut-wrenching loss in a cry before. She remained clutching her best friend body even after Ray crawled back to join them. He embraced them both, allowing room for Charlotte to keep her hands and head against Scarlet’s lap.

Mikey and Gerard ran at John, who began shooting wildly. Frank and Ray both took better cover while also covering Charlotte so she could grieve without fear. Every bullet missed anything of importance, one hit the church and sounded a loud ringing that reverberated for longer than a minute. This caused more of the children inside to cry, forcing the mothers to comfort a gaggle of kids they couldn’t hold all at once.

Mikey attacked John’s knee much like he did to one of his wives, forcing him to the ground while Gerard stomped onto his hand to release the gun. He kicked it as far as the dry grass would let it go before holding the gun to John’s head, foot still on his back to hold him to the ground.

“What the FUCK is your problem?!” Gerard’s voice sounded distressed and cracked only a little. “You fed her human and then murdered her for being disgusted by it?! We aren’t apart of your creepy little cult down here, you fucking monster.”

Without warning, Mikey scrambled a few feet away and gagged up the meat he had eaten. John remained sweating underneath Gerard but said nothing, instead his mouth twisted into a sick smile again. He refused to meet Gerard’s eyes but continued to smile.

“Well?! You gonna say anything or just sit there like the piece of shit you are?!” Gerard’s anger was boiling over and John beginning to chuckle helped. With a scream, Gerard smashed John’s mouth with the butt of the gun – once, twice, three times. He watched as a few teeth fell from his mouth with the pooling blood. “You aren’t a fucking God.” Gerard pulled himself off John, leaving him choking on broke teeth and blood. “You’re a pathetic man with no self-control or care for anyone else.”

Standing tall over him, Gerard spit at John and pointed the gun at his head again. But, as he opened his mouth to speak again, a wife in purple barreled out from the church doors. Gerard probably wouldn’t have noticed her had Mikey not yelled and pushed Gerard out of the way of the next gunshot that deafened them.

Mikey and Gerard rolled across the grass a moment before composing themselves again. The wife at the door held a huge hunting rifle and was following Gerard with the scope, completely ignoring the two men and crying woman in their embrace.

“DON’T YOU TOUCH HIM.” That’s when Frank realized it was the same woman who screamed earlier about killing Charlotte. Frank pulled himself away from his friends and started searching for his axe. It should’ve been next to his chair, but it had been moved to nearly the other end of the long table they had sat at, next to it was Gerard’s bat. Both weapons had clearly been moved away from them sometime during the event.

Frank began his crawl towards them under the table, stopping momentarily to speak to Ray, “Get Charlotte out of here, I’ll cover your back.” Immediately, Ray was coaxing Charlotte to get up and moving, keeping an eye on the woman with the gun.

Mikey and Gerard were scurrying in the same direction as Frank, staying low to the ground so to avoid giving away their position. The woman with the rifle stomped into the grass, eyes and hair were wildly wired.

As Charlotte composed herself, she slipped off Scarlet’s two rings and grabbed her phone from her pocket. She kissed her best friend’s hands, then her head as she stood, Ray was pushing her away from the body with so much force, the last look Charlotte shared with Scarlet was vacant and plastered with sadness.

As they reached the end of the table, the woman rounded the opposite side, only then realizing they had all gone the other way. Mikey and Gerard met with Ray and Charlotte past the table, they all started to sprint as Frank fumbled out from under the table, both hands full with their discarded weapons.

It didn’t take long for Frank to catch up to them as they rounded the house, they got into the street when another gun shot rang out, grass shot up just in front of them. Frank twisted around to see the woman aiming at them. The windows of the house were filled with blood thirsty faces of children and their mothers shouting at them to die, how God would take them, and cheering on the one shooting at them.

“Where’s the RV?” Gerard shouted as they passed the houses.

“They took it apart.” Mikey’s anger was obvious, and Gerard didn’t try to hide his disappointment.

“Where’s the truck?” Ray cut in.

“The tire popped.” Gerard began.

“How did you get here?!” Ray couldn’t stop himself from interrupting.

“We have a car, it’s just past the gates, it should fit us all.” He scanned everyone with an awkward grin. Another shot popped and the gravel sprang up beside them. Charlotte couldn’t hold back but yelp.

Gerard got ahead of them, leading them towards the car as another shot popped sooner than the last, smashing some of the rock wall that surrounded their properties.

They reached the car quickly, “Ray, you should get the front, you’re the biggest out of all of us.” Frank opened the back door and ushered Charlotte in, “I mean, sorry that came out weird.”

But Ray took it at face value and laughed it off, “Nah, I totally get it, I have these huge rippling muscles.” Ray flexed his arms into different positions, getting a relieved chuckled out of Frank.

Without anymore conversation, Ray got into the front, Gerard started the car, and Mikey and Frank took either side next to Charlotte in the back. All doors slammed simultaneously as the engine roared to life and they all took a deep breath together.

Just as Gerard switched gears, another, final gunshot sounded out and the driver side mirror went flying. Charlotte, who still had tears streaming down her face, choked momentarily as the metal hitting metal scared her.

Gerard tossed the handgun into Ray’s lap, “Scare the bitch.” With a toothy smile, Ray aimed out his window and started shooting back at the woman, getting much closer to her than she got to them.

She hopped on her feet a few times before dropping onto her butt, the rifle bouncing off the asphalt away from her.

With squealing tires and one last look behind, Gerard sped them away to safety.

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