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caste iron replicas of The Salt Lake Temple; the Mormon’s holiest of holies. Then Carole’s eyes flit upon the t-shirt rack beside it and an idea suddenly formed inside her head. She wouldn’t need a gun. Not if she could get free.
Her right hand nearly slipped out before she could grab hold of the loop with the edges of her fingers. Her body was being held by two opposing straps, connected from the ceiling and to lose one would mean her body would start swinging to the left and maybe crash into something. That would alert Chip Eater to her presence, which was the last thing she wanted to do. The shop was dark and he hadn’t seen her yet, his face smeared with crumbs, and that was how Carole wanted to keep things.
Chip Eater tossed away the empty bag and continued hunting for any scrap that hadn’t already been devoured. It hadn’t been more than maybe 24 hours since the disaster, but there were still hundreds of people in the airport and many of them had probably been hunting for food since then.
Satisfied there was nothing left to pillage, Chip Eater moved on, picking at the crumbs around his face and shoving them into his mouth.
Carole had used that time to work her left hand free and it was as she dropped to the floor as quietly as she could that she heard the girl in the other room begging the man to stop and knew then for sure that it was Nikki.
It was dark near the ground and Carole swore as she struggled to untie the straps from her legs. Free within moments, she plucked a white “I Heart Salt Lake City” off the hanger along with one of the bronze statues of the Mormon Temple.
Keeping to the inside wall, she made her way through debris left over from the earthquake and subsequent looting and toward the sounds of the young girl’s voice. She wrapped the t-shirt around the heavy statue and cupped the ends in a tight fist. The resulting weapon would act as a mace and would surely crush the skull of anyone stupid enough to get in its way.
The grunting was coming from behind the door facing her and she pushed it open and right away felt something inside her break.
She had been right. It was Nikki, lying naked from the waist down, on a bed of newspapers; she was swinging wildly with both fists to fight off the figure that was trying to rape her. He was reaching down between his legs as though the plumbing wasn’t working so well and right away, Carole knew it was the pilot whose balls she had crushed. He had intended to show them who was boss, but hadn’t counted on the lasting impact of Carole’s grip.
Without missing a step, she walked right up behind him and brought the homemade mace down on the top of the pilot’s head. The sound of his skull cracking open was clear and sickening, but what Carole hadn’t counted on was the scream that echoed from behind her. She turned just in time to see the pilot’s girlfriend charging. Carole made ready to swing her weapon when the woman’s neck snapped back and her legs kicked out from under her, sending her limp body crashing to the ground. Carole hadn’t done a thing. In the pilot’s mind, she was his property and as such, the bastard had chained her to the wall like a dog that had no idea how short its leash really was.
Nikki’s jeans were in the corner and Carole grabbed them and brought them to her.
“I’m so sorry, honey.”
Her daughter reached out and slid her arms around her mother, her body sobbing violently. She pulled away and her face was spattered with the pilot’s blood.
“Get dressed Nikki, we aren’t safe yet.”
The pilot wasn’t moving, but that wasn’t a big surprise, given that the back of his head was caved in. She winced at the sight, fighting the sudden urge to vomit.
Hold yourself together, Carole. If for nothing else, you have to stay strong for Nikki.
When her daughter was dressed, they entered the gift shop. Trying to be quiet and keep low, they saw two figures standing near the exit. The sound of their feet
Her right hand nearly slipped out before she could grab hold of the loop with the edges of her fingers. Her body was being held by two opposing straps, connected from the ceiling and to lose one would mean her body would start swinging to the left and maybe crash into something. That would alert Chip Eater to her presence, which was the last thing she wanted to do. The shop was dark and he hadn’t seen her yet, his face smeared with crumbs, and that was how Carole wanted to keep things.
Chip Eater tossed away the empty bag and continued hunting for any scrap that hadn’t already been devoured. It hadn’t been more than maybe 24 hours since the disaster, but there were still hundreds of people in the airport and many of them had probably been hunting for food since then.
Satisfied there was nothing left to pillage, Chip Eater moved on, picking at the crumbs around his face and shoving them into his mouth.
Carole had used that time to work her left hand free and it was as she dropped to the floor as quietly as she could that she heard the girl in the other room begging the man to stop and knew then for sure that it was Nikki.
It was dark near the ground and Carole swore as she struggled to untie the straps from her legs. Free within moments, she plucked a white “I Heart Salt Lake City” off the hanger along with one of the bronze statues of the Mormon Temple.
Keeping to the inside wall, she made her way through debris left over from the earthquake and subsequent looting and toward the sounds of the young girl’s voice. She wrapped the t-shirt around the heavy statue and cupped the ends in a tight fist. The resulting weapon would act as a mace and would surely crush the skull of anyone stupid enough to get in its way.
The grunting was coming from behind the door facing her and she pushed it open and right away felt something inside her break.
She had been right. It was Nikki, lying naked from the waist down, on a bed of newspapers; she was swinging wildly with both fists to fight off the figure that was trying to rape her. He was reaching down between his legs as though the plumbing wasn’t working so well and right away, Carole knew it was the pilot whose balls she had crushed. He had intended to show them who was boss, but hadn’t counted on the lasting impact of Carole’s grip.
Without missing a step, she walked right up behind him and brought the homemade mace down on the top of the pilot’s head. The sound of his skull cracking open was clear and sickening, but what Carole hadn’t counted on was the scream that echoed from behind her. She turned just in time to see the pilot’s girlfriend charging. Carole made ready to swing her weapon when the woman’s neck snapped back and her legs kicked out from under her, sending her limp body crashing to the ground. Carole hadn’t done a thing. In the pilot’s mind, she was his property and as such, the bastard had chained her to the wall like a dog that had no idea how short its leash really was.
Nikki’s jeans were in the corner and Carole grabbed them and brought them to her.
“I’m so sorry, honey.”
Her daughter reached out and slid her arms around her mother, her body sobbing violently. She pulled away and her face was spattered with the pilot’s blood.
“Get dressed Nikki, we aren’t safe yet.”
The pilot wasn’t moving, but that wasn’t a big surprise, given that the back of his head was caved in. She winced at the sight, fighting the sudden urge to vomit.
Hold yourself together, Carole. If for nothing else, you have to stay strong for Nikki.
When her daughter was dressed, they entered the gift shop. Trying to be quiet and keep low, they saw two figures standing near the exit. The sound of their feet
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