‘Anyone injured?’ she asked.
Everyone checked themselves. With the adrenaline rushing through them, even a severe gunshot wound could go unnoticed. They were all soaked from the rain, their clothes rippling in the wind.
Denton was growing impatient. ‘Let’s go,’ he yelled.
‘That was close,’ Chickenhead said, checking his magazine.
‘How’s your mag?’ DC said.
‘Almost half,’ he said.
‘Burn the b***h!’ someone shouted from the other side of the fence.
Sophia peered through the gap. People were pouring out of the motel’s center aisle, heading straight for them. From the edges of the motel more of the mob moved toward them, improvised weapons in hand. The hurricane wasn’t slowing them down.
‘Go!’ Sophia shouted. ‘Go, go!’
Denton didn’t need any further encouragement. He took off toward t
