He slipped out the back of the station, heading toward the jagged silhouette of a canyon system a few miles away. He moved quickly, his long strides eating up the distance. But the whine of engines grew louder. The dogs began to bark, a cacophony of hunger and hate.
The second rider was smarter. He stopped the bike and drew a sawed-off shotgun. the book of eli torrent
The first rider crested the rise, swinging a chain. Eli ducked, the cold metal whistling past his ear. He drove his blade into the bike’s front tire. The machine buckled, throwing the rider over the handlebars. Eli dispatched him quickly. He slipped out the back of the station,
The sound came an hour later.
"Got any to spare?"
Eli didn't jump. He just tightened his grip on his machete. "Step into the light." The dogs began to bark, a cacophony of hunger and hate
He adjusted his sunglasses, turned his back on the rising dust cloud of the Torrent, and walked toward the West.