Everything is Better on a Motorcycle

General Summary

Smoke fills my lungs as I frantically try to escape the shards of metal that surround me. The stench of burning rubber creates an aura around the crash site. I manage to pull myself from the remains of my once beautiful bus and begin to observe my new surroundings.
Small concrete buildings encapsulate us in what seems to be a perfect circle. Those who inhabit the area begin to slowly creep their way towards us, eager to witness our next move. I’m not sure if driving my bus straight through their main entrance was exactly how we wanted to introduce ourselves, but we are far past that decision now. I look over to my right and see the escape bike that usually sits in the back of my bus. It’s laying on its side covered in dirt and debris, but still looks fully functional. I walk over to it, lift it back up and give the ignition a run for its money.
It starts.
I suddenly get an idea that I know shouldn’t be expressed but is too badass to not. I look over at Grekkor who is gripping his machine gun like its his only child. I call out to him, trying to overpower the sound the motorcycle emits from its engine.
“Hey, Grekkor!” I catch his attention and he glances over at me.
“Did you ever watch those old-fashioned superhero movies where they did drive-byes on motorcycles and did stunts and the characters looked super badass and stuff?” I was starting to get a bit too excited with my plan, but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Well, not really, but I just really wanted to see what would happen.
Grekkor began shouting back at me. “That’s a terrible idea, but I am getting bored waiting for these cowards to get in range.”
I cannot believe that my childhood fantasy was finally about to come true! Riding around on a motorcycle with a machine gunner on the back mowing down the bad guys. This is going to be just like the movies. My grin broadens and Grekkor makes his way onto the back of the bike. As soon as he finishes sitting down, I gun it.
I head straight for the group of mercenaries ahead of us, not letting off the gas even a little. As we get in range, the completely unexpected happens. They shoot my front tire.
I suddenly lose all control of the bike as I slam on the breaks as best as I can. Luckily, we manage to angle the bike sideway to decelerate faster before coming to a complete halt. Damn, those superhero movies are not an accurate representation of what the post apocalypse would be like. The heroes never lost a tire in battle and were way cooler than what we just were. Who would have guessed.
I manage myself to my feet and look over at Grekkor, who wears an expression I can’t seem to read. He lets out a small grin and looks at me while saying, “Not what I had in mind, but fun, yes. Just like the movies eh?”
He knows that was not how the movies went, the prick. I look back at him while I dust over the dirt from my jacket. “Just go kill these guys now, would ya? They broke my bike and my bus. Not cool.”
He laughs in response before saying, “Actually, you broke your bus with their wall if I remember correctly. By the way, who won that fight?”
He begins walking towards the mercenaries before I can say anything in response. I look down at my bike, still in disbelief that we didn’t even get one good lap in before a tire blew out. Such a shame, my fantasy will have to be fulfilled another day. I equipment the pistol that was resting on my side and begin walking towards Grekkor, who is acting like we aren’t surrounded by people with firearms. I finally catch up with him and say, “Shouldn’t we go, oh I don’t know, take cover or something from these guys who are looking to burry a bullet in our heads?”
Grekkor smiles again and looks over at me. He wears an expression I’ve never seen before, one of mischief which is out of character for him.
“Do you really think these untrained mercenaries could shoot us if they tried?” He let out a deep laugh and continued. “Hell, I don’t think any of them could hit me I was standing right in front of them!”
I became annoyed and fired back a response. “Did you already forget that they just shot out the tire on the bike we were just riding on?”
Grekkor continued walking again as he said, “Oh right. Yeah that was me by the way.”
What.
“What do you mean that was you?” I could feel heat rushing to my face as I began to become aggravated.
“I mean that I shot the tire on the bike as we were riding towards them. Pretty funny, right?”
Funny? Does he really think that breaking my bike and risking our lives was funny? I’m suppose to be the funny one!
“Why the hell did you think that would be a good idea!” I shout back at him. He shrugs and continues walking, as content as I think I’ve ever seen him.
“I couldn’t resist after you came up with a plan like that. We were death bound for sure, but you should have seen your face.” Another deep laugh escaped his mouth. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The joker had been joked, if that even makes sense. I couldn’t help but have a little bit of appreciation for the event though. It was totally something I would do.
“You know, I think I’m starting to rub off on you. What do you think?” Now a grin was forming on my face too. I cocked my handgun as we continued walking towards the mercenaries.

Character(s) interacted with

Grekkor
Key
Lark

Report Date

29 Mar 2019

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