Broken Ties: A Tale of Survival in a Powerless World (Broken Lines Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

pistol.
     
                  “Good.”
     
    ***
     
                  The two AR-15s were on Kalen’s bed. She shoved the last bullet the spare magazine would hold, and threw it in the duffel bag. The rest of the magazines were full with thirty bullets apiece. Counting the bullets already loaded into the both rifles, it gave her a total of one hundred eighty shots.
     
                  From Mary’s and Ulysses’s description there were no more than twenty bikers in town. Nine bullets apiece, she figured that would be enough.
     
                  Kalen stuffed the empty bullet boxes in the bag she brought up from the basement and shoved it under her bed to hide it. The door to her room opened, and Mary came in, holding the pistol at her side.
     
                  “When do we leave?
     
                  Kalen smiled. She picked up one of the AR-15s and handed it to Mary.
     
                  “Now.”
     
                  Mary slipped the rifle strap over her shoulder and Kalen did the same. The two headed outside, and before they reached the forest Ulysses stopped them.
     
                  “Where are you two going?” Ulysses asked.
     
                  “We’re heading to the rifle stand,” Kalen answered.
     
                  “Those things loaded?”
     
                  “No, but we have some extra magazines… just in case.”
     
                  “You should let me come with you.”
     
                  “No offense, Grandpa, but we were hoping for some girl time.”
     
                  Ulysses threw his hands up.

              “Okay. Don’t go far.”
     
                  Kalen led them through the forest. They walked for fifteen minutes before she changed course and headed for the town.
     
                  “So, what happens when we get there?” Mary asked.
     
                  “We’ll be outnumbered, but we’ll have the element of surprise on our side. If we can funnel them into a central location we can pin them down. We’ll be able to take a lot of them out that way, especially since they don’t know we’re coming.”
     
                  “What if they stay spread out?”
     
                  “Then we pick off as many as we can and keep moving. The moment they know where we are we’ll be in trouble. It won’t matter how many bullets we have at that point.”
     
                  Kalen acted as if she were going on a hunt with her dad. It wasn’t any different in her mind. She’d killed before. The only difference this time was the animals could shoot back.
     
                  Her mind went back to the man in the forest. The one who tried to rape her on their trip from Pittsburgh to the cabin. She could still feel his hands around her neck. She still remembered the weight of his body on top of hers, the helplessness she felt, and the greedy lust in the man’s eyes. The curling lip that formed a smile was fresh in her mind.
     
                  That man didn’t care who she was, what she wanted from life, or how it made her feel. The man had no regard for the nightmares she’d had since that day or the number of pills she took to stop making her feel anything then the hate she filled her mind and heart with to replace the fear. He didn’t care about any of that. All he cared about was taking what he wanted.
     
                  Kalen knew the bikers in town were the same way. They rode in, killed who they wanted, and had zero regard for what it meant to own something, to work for something, to truly value something.
     
                  All of them were the same in Kalen’s mind. There was no difference between the face of the man in the forest and the faces of the bikers in