Falling debris woke Tanya as they came to a screeching halt. Her head almost hit the dashboard but Dirk stopped her seconds before impact. Patrick slammed the steering wheel in frustration as Dirk said, “I was afraid of this.”
An angry gang of squatters gathered in the road around them. Rocks were projected towards them, hitting the target time and again. One man jumped on the hood of the truck and demanded that they should get out, but they all knew that if they did it would be the end of the journey.
The mask muffled his words, but they knew exactly what he wanted. Since they were so close to Pyrite City, wearing masks was compulsory. The putrid air made breathing difficult, almost impossible. That didn’t seem to stop these people from looting. They wouldn’t hesitate to light the truck and kill them with no mercy. A brick crashed through the windscreen and Patrick grabbed at his head, screaming in pain.