Grid Attack (Cyber War #2)

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Authors: Emerson Hawk
Tags: post-apocalyptic fiction
it on the seat.
     
    Just as he was getting ready to put the truck in reverse, we both heard the sound of a shogun being racked.
     
    Out of the road block on Tony’s side was a man that appeared to be in his 50’s. He didn’t look like someone who’d ever carried a gun, much less shot one.
     
    Over on my side, a young boy who couldn’t have been over 13 had another shotgun trained on me.
     
    Great.
     
    “Put it in park, and turn off the engine if you want to live.” The older guy said.
     
    “You don’t want to do this.” Tony pleaded. “I have food I can give you.” He said.
     
    I reached down and flipped the safety on my shotgun. It had been leaning up against my legs so I would have easy access to it if I needed.
     
    But as I looked over at the boy, I could tell he was scared to death.
     
    Shooting someone wasn’t something people wanted to do. Most of the time, people just wanted to live in peace. But when people get hungry, they will do whatever it takes to eat.
     
    If they have children, it’s even worse. No parent wants to see their child starve to death. Those parents can become worse than anyone when it comes to keeping their children alive, and they will do anything and everything necessary to do so.
     
    The boy could barely hold the shotgun level he was so weak. It broke my heart that things had come this far, but I wasn’t about to let them take the truck.
     
    “Get out of the goddamn truck!” the old man roared, startling even his own son.
     
    “Take the keys out of the ignition and give them to me.” Said the old guy.
     
    I looked over and realized that Tony had his work keys hanging on the lighter that never got used. He put the truck in park and turned off the engine.
     
    But instead of taking the keys out of the truck, he grabbed his work keys instead.
     
    “Okay, okay…” Tony said as he opened the door to step out.
     
    “You too little lady.” They guy said to me. I opened the door slowly and stepped out of the truck but stood inside my door, the shotgun in my left hand waiting.
     
    The man walked over to take the keys from Tony, but Tony reared back and threw them in the opposite direction as hard as he could.
     
    As the young boy watched the spectacle he wasn’t watching me and had moved closer to the front of the truck. I grabbed my shotgun and had it cocked and ready and aimed at the boy’s head.
     
    The sound of a woman’s shrill voice called out with a scream.
     
    “Marshall!!” it said, as a woman emerged from behind one of the cars.
     
    The old man stopped and turned to see the predicament he was in.
     
    “Drop the guns.” I said as I pushed the barrel of the gun into the side of the boys skull.
     
    They both looked at each other as if to contemplate whether they had enough time to take us both down.
     
    “Don’t make me ask twice! I already killed one punk this week, it won’t matter to me if I kill another one!” I said with as much crudeness as I could.
     
    The man nodded at his son and they both lay their firearms on the ground. Tony picked them both up and went to take out the cartridges.
     
    “Empty. They are both empty.” He said.
     
    I kept my gun still trained on the boy. I knew better than to assume that just because they had empty shotguns that they may not be packing something else I couldn’t see. Plus, I had no way of knowing if there was someone else hiding behind the cars.
     
    Regardless of our current predicament, I couldn’t help but think these people just ran out of supplies and were trying their best to make it with what they had.
     
    “That was a stupid move.” Tony said to the man. “Putting your son at risk with no ammo is not the way to fix things.”
     
    The man moved over to his son as the wife moved behind them both.
     
    Tony had already back up and turned around as I backed up to it and got inside, keeping my gun still trained on the family.
     
    We were just about to pull away when I saw two little

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