Part 2: The Hunt is on
I awoke to the sounds of sirens rushing past the resort driveway to the river. Out of curiosity I hopped out of bed and ran outside. My dad was up along with many other guests huddled on the road by the river bank. I pushed my way through the crowd until I saw blood, a thick stream of it flowing into the river. Hoping this was some sort of nightmare, I pinched myself, closed my eyes and opened them to the sight of Penny’s face, realizing this was in fact real. I stood there, stunned, still hoping that I’d awake to the sounds of birds chirping in the bright sun, rather than the blaring sirens in this dark hell. It was Early, still dark outside, but I couldn't get back to sleep. I smoked a cigarette and tried to relax, but just couldn't get the image of Penny’s face out of my mind. I decided to hop on my bike and just ride. It was an indestructible 1978, 125 cc Honda Super C ub, It easl i y reached 60 miles per hour and I found myself at the MultiCar...