Ch 29: Back in Full Force Verse 3
The open road stretched out before them, the sun hanging low in the sky as the four horsemen rode their electric bikes. Tailor's heart raced as he felt the vibration of his pocket, the satellite phone buzzing to life. He fumbled for it, his eyes widening with anticipation as he saw the name displayed on the screen—Major Tom.
"Guys, it's Major Tom!" Tailor exclaimed, his voice brimming with excitement and urgency.
Erzabet, Rachelle, and Trace glanced at each other, their eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Tailor quickly answered the call, holding the phone to his ear as Major Tom's voice crackled through the static.
"Tailor, my friend," Major Tom's voice echoed in Tailor's ears, a mix of familiarity and calculated precision. "I'm afraid I have urgent news for you. A horde of zombies is headed your way, a mindless mass drawn by the resonance of your adventure. You must be prepared."
Tailor's grip tightened on the handlebars of his bike, his mind racing to process the gravity of the situation. The wind seemed to carry the weight of Major Tom's words, stirring the air with a sense of impending danger.
"How did they find us?" Rachelle interjected, her voice tinged with concern. "We thought we had left them far behind."
Major Tom's voice crackled once more, filled with a mix of sorrow and determination. "The resonance of your journey has reached far and wide, my friends. The zombies are drawn to it like moths to a flame. But fear not, for I will guide you through this perilous encounter."
Trace's eyes scanned the horizon, the golden hues of the setting sun casting an eerie glow on their surroundings. "What do we do, Major Tom? How can we face this horde?"
"Find shelter, my friends," Major Tom advised, his voice unwavering. "Seek refuge in a secure location, where you can fortify yourselves against the impending threat. Remember, you are the ones with the power to control the music that guides the zombies. Harness that power and turn it to your advantage."
Tailor's mind buzzed with a mix of determination and fear. They had faced countless challenges on their journey, but the impending horde brought a new level of danger. They needed to rely on each other, on the strength of their bond and the power of their combined abilities.
"Thank you, Major Tom," Tailor replied, his voice steady with resolve. "We won't let the horde overwhelm us. We'll find a way to face them head-on."
As the call ended and Tailor pocketed the satellite phone, a newfound determination ignited within the four horsemen. They knew the stakes were high, but their unity and shared purpose would carry them through.
The road ahead grew darker, shadows lengthening as the sun dipped below the horizon. The sound of their bikes echoed, a symphony of determination and resilience. They pedaled onward, their hearts brimming with the knowledge that their journey was far from over.
