The road was dark. Had it also been a stormy night, then the entire day would have been like a cheap horror movie. Instead, it was more like a sequel to Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure, only without Bill.

The truck was weaving in and out, humping up and down as the two brothers made their escape from Sizemore, Montana. Ted was driving, he the younger of the two. Ted was the better driver, having been a stock car racer back in their home state of Mississippi. Jack on the other hand was handy with a gun.

“I must admit Jack, you did yourself proud today.” Ted almost never gave out compliments, but Jack deserved it.

“I did my best. Those damn things just kept coming and all I could do was shoot and hope to hit something. I must have killed fifteen or twenty.”

“I especially liked the one you shot in the leg, then the arm, then in the head,” Ted said. “It was like you were having target practice.” Ted turned the steering wheel of the truck to the right, then back to the left, almost losing control.