The Unkind Ones were the only ones on the roads these days, patrolling Eerie, making sure no one was in danger from whatever was coming - was already here. A lot of people were sick, crime rates were skyrocketing, and crops were failing, but no one had died yet.
And if the Unkind Ones had anything to say about it, no one would.
It happened on main street, the inevitable confrontation. The Unkind Ones faced three new bikers - their bikes were white, red, and black. They revved their engines, they shouted taunts, but they did not advance. And the Unkind Ones only waited.
A louder bike echoed from somewhere beyond the other three, approaching quickly. The three parted, and a black clad rider on a pale green bike barreled through, heading straight for the Unkind Ones.
But this was what they had been preparing for, this was what they had been waiting for, and they revved their own engines and met Death head on.
The Pale Horse; T for...apocalypse?
And if the Unkind Ones had anything to say about it, no one would.
It happened on main street, the inevitable confrontation. The Unkind Ones faced three new bikers - their bikes were white, red, and black. They revved their engines, they shouted taunts, but they did not advance. And the Unkind Ones only waited.
A louder bike echoed from somewhere beyond the other three, approaching quickly. The three parted, and a black clad rider on a pale green bike barreled through, heading straight for the Unkind Ones.
But this was what they had been preparing for, this was what they had been waiting for, and they revved their own engines and met Death head on.