Death of All Life on Earth

“Anyway, about a month later down the road comes the same SUV. This time the skull and crossbones weren’t covered with mud. Behind it was a big semi-trailer truck. It was painted a dull black and had big skull and crossbones above the truck cab. Holes had been cut in the sides of the trailer. There were a bunch of people in there and all had their weapons stuck out the holes pointed at us. They intended to fill the trailer with people from Green Valley and take them back for abuse and food, but we were ready.” Kaye paused again. “Go ahead,” Mandy encouraged, her interest kindled. “We had three RPG’s pointed at them. You know what an RPG is? And, if they started shooting, they would get all three. They were sitting ducks out there on the bridge and thought they could shoot their way through, but it didn’t happen that way. They thought we were a group of helpless women, but I didn’t hesitate to launch. One of the men got out of the SUV and walked over with his hands up as if he wanted to talk. What he wanted was for us to show ourselves, so they would have good targets. One of us yelled for him to stop or they would shoot. He said something nasty and pulled a handgun just as a bullet hit him in the head and blew his brains back on the windshield of the SUV. Then the shooting started. We let them shoot for a minute or so and when they slowed down, we launched three RPG’s. Wow, do they work. The whole bunch was cooked in a flash.”