Crashers: A Short Story

From behind us, guerrillas from another group appeared carrying Molotov cocktails. The crowd fell back as they saw the flaming bottles headed their direction. Most hit the shields, but one hit a Crasher while his guard was down. The fire began to cover him as he pulled his mask off in desperation. Another put down his shield to help put out the fire. The line was broken and the crowd exploited the weakness.
The remaining Crashers tried to push off the crowd, but there was too many of them. One of the crowd members got up behind a Crasher and pushed him to the ground. A few more from the horde of people jumped on the fallen man. The few around him tried to beat them off but it was no use. Guns were no longer much use as the Crashers were swarmed by more people than they had bullets. …show more content…
Crashers weren’t fighting to protect the others, they were fighting for their own life. They were surrounded one by one and attacked by the angry mob. They were kicked and beaten as the few remaining guerrillas ran to the line of SUVs and piled in. I joined them in one driven by people I mostly didn’t recognize, but it didn’t matter, as long as they were with us.
We drove down the desolate road for at least a mile before coming across something that we all were certain was never there before. In the middle of the road was a miniature city of white tents, surrounded by utility vans and several SUVs like the ones we were driving. We pulled to an immediate stop as two guards stepped out from inside the tent through a flap with the words “Restricted Access” in big red letters. We all quickly piled out of the vehicles and surrounded them with raised guns. They were highly outnumbered and both surrendered, we took their weapons and went