Broken Ties: A Tale of Survival in a Powerless World (Broken Lines Book 3) by James Hunt Read Free Book Online

firing from.
                 
                  Kalen jumped back up on the hood, hoping the biker behind the fountain would give her a better shot.
     
                  “Gotcha.”
     
                  The bullet sliced the biker’s head in two. Kalen swung the rifle up to the second floor where some of the bikers were coming out of their rooms. She flicked the lever from single shot to spray.
     
                  Bullets ricocheted off the iron posts from the guardrail on the second floor. She hit one of the bikers in the leg, and he crumpled to the ground. Kalen sent another spray of bullets into him to finish the job.
     
                  More bikers were filling the courtyard now, each of them with pistols, rifles, and shotguns. The cars Kalen and Mary were hiding behind were starting to look like Swiss cheese. The time frame between the bikers reloading was getting smaller.
     
                  The side mirror exploded over Mary, sending a rain of glass on top of her. She ducked lower, shielding herself from the endless firing of gunshots.
                 
                  “Mary! Head to the other side of the street! I’ll cover you!” Kalen said.
     
                  Mary nodded. Kalen inched toward the trunk of the car, keeping herself low so the bikers couldn’t see her. When she made it to the rear of the car, the tires exploded, dropping the car lower.
     
                  Kalen ducked with it, keeping her head down as more bullets rained down on her. She jumped up and gave Mary the cover fire she needed to sprint across the street.
     
                  A few of the bikers had grown bold and left themselves exposed. Kalen killed three more before they could find cover.
     
                  As Kalen dropped back behind the car, she could hear the shouts of one of the bikers.
                 
                  “Send some around back. We’ll cut them off.”
     
                  “Jake wants them alive!”
     
                  Kalen sprinted back toward the corner of the building where she was earlier. Her feet smacked against the pavement as she fired a few more shots into the biker’s direction, then heard the click of the firing pen.
     
                  Empty.
     
                  Once she made it to the building’s corner, clear from the exposed road, the empty magazine hit the sidewalk. She loaded a new magazine in and racked the chamber.
     
                  She wanted to cut the bikers off before they made it to the other side of town. If the bikers sandwiched them in one of the buildings, they’d be goners.
     
                  Kalen ran past the storefronts toward the west side of town, trying to beat the bikers there. She skidded to a stop just before the buildings ended.
     
                  Four of the bikers pursued her. They inched their way toward her, moving from car to car up the side of the street and using some of the doors to the shops for cover.
     
                  “Shit,” Kalen said.
     
                  She looked around, trying to think of a way out. When the bikers came around from the back, she’d be cornered.
     
                  It was a good thirty yards from her location to safety on the other side of the street, thirty yards without any cover. She could make a run for it, but it would expose her.
     
                  The bikers were getting closer. Kalen could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Her hands gripped the rifle harder. Was this it? Was this how it was going to end ?

              No.
     
                  She still had more left. The dirt flew up from the ground as she dug her heels and dashed for the other side of Main Street. She aimed the rifle