Alex left the diner as fast as he could the fire gazes of the gang pierced his nerves.
He started up his motorcycle and high tailed it out of the diners parking lot. He road a good hour and fourty minutes as trees and mountains passed him.
He just passed a clearing that had a dirt lot, and he turned his motorcycle into it parking it next to a maple tree. He got off the bike grabbing a bag containg a tent and was getting ready to set the tent up when a rough voice barked, " Whatcha doin' on my property?"
" This is your property?" Alexed asked turning around face a Elderly man who was surprisingly buff for his age.
"Yes who else ya think it is?"
" I'm sorry I was looking for a place to set up camp for the night." Alex said.
"No can do, it's private property. If ya go 5 miles up the road, there'll be a campground ya can stay at."
Alex put up his camp gear and started up his bike and drove in the direction the strange old timer pointed.
A howl broke through the still air and the same group of people he saw at the diner jumped out of the tree line in front of Alex's path. he quickly shifted gears and braked the bike stopping completely leaving a hug tire marks on the country road.
"Well what do we got here?" A menacing voice said coming from this unkempt guy who had a husband scar from his eye down to his jaw.
"We love a good chase, don't we?" the guy said.
with a unison of replies from his friends.
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A/N: Because I love my readers I decided to leave y'all with a cliff hangar to ponder what happens next.