“Waves of white flew up from the traction of the tires. Eric slammed a magazine into his AR-15. Brooke kept looking behind her, trying to see if the marauders were gaining on them. The gear loaded down in the back obstructed her view. She looked over to Eric, who was pulling his goggles down and tying a bandana around his mouth. He rolled the window down and pushed half his body outside. “Eric, what are you doing?” Brooke asked, grabbing his belt to make sure he didn’t fall out. ... Grains of sand flew past him and whipped into the car as the cruiser climbed up the side of one of the dunes. Brooke squinted her eyes and pursed her lips, trying to block the sand from entering her mouth. She held onto the wheel and Eric’s belt. She jerked the wheel to the left, sending Eric crashing back into his seat. Eric rolled up the window, pulling his goggles down along with the bandana. “Seven cars.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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