"Hey! You!" The guy on the side of the road yells.
"Yes, sir?" Mrs. Wilson says.
"Come over here! I wanna talk to ya!" The guy yells again. We do. I think the pistol in his hand had something to do with it.
"How much foods ya got in there?" He asks. His breath stinks of cigarettes and alcohol.
"Not much, mostly soup."
"'Kay, then," the guys says, obviously expecting something from us.
"What?" Alex asks. He's annoyed with this guy.
"Hand it over," he says.
"Okay, uh, Mr......." Jessie says.
"Call me Cade," Cade says. "And hand over that soup."
"Why?" I ask.
"You wanna make something outta it?" Cade yells, brandishing his pistol. That's enough for me. I'm not in the mood to be shot.
"Jake, give him all we have left," Jessie says while texting. I get her text:
GIVE HIM 3 CANS
Not wanting to argue, I hand him three cans of my least favorite soup.
"This is all ya got?" Cade says with suspicion.
"Yep. We were just heading to the supermarket to pick up some more," Mrs. Wilson says. It's a lie. The stores have probably been looted.
"Nah, don't try them stores. All been looted," Cade says, confirming my thoughts. We drive away.
"What a creep," Jessie says.
"Yeah. We're lucky we had that soup," Alex comments. We hear a gunshot behind us. I look back. Cade just took out a tire from the car behind us.
"What was that!?" Mrs. Wilson asks, clearly afraid we're next.
"I said hand over them foods!" Cade yells at the driver.
"No."
"You want me to go grab my friends and take it by force?" Cade threatens.
"Sure. What're they gonna do to us?" I'm too far away to see who the driver of the car is, but they're either the bravest or dumbest person I've ever seen.
"Hey! Guys! We got a sucker! Come an' get 'em!" Cade yells. As if by magic, five figures sprint from the forest next to the road. They're all holding either a gun or club.
"Now why don't we teach these food-hoardin' bozos a thing or two!" Cade yells.
"What are we gonna do to 'em?" One of the men asks.
"Mom. The fireworks," Alex says.
"What?" Jessie asks.
"Yes! We can stop those morons with the fireworks!" Mrs. Wilson says.
"Why on EARTH would you pack fireworks!?" Jessie yells.
"Um, I wasn't supposed to, but I figured if we survived we could celebrate?" Alex says.
Mrs. Wilson gets out of the car, opens the trunk, and pulls out a big box and some matches.
"Jessie, do you know how to use fireworks?" Mrs. Wilson asks.
"No, ma'am."
"Well then get Alex out here."
"Alex, your mom needs you," Jessie says.
"Okay. Coming, Mom!" Alex yells. They start setting up fireworks, with Cade and his friends still oblivious.
"Fire in the hole!" Alex yells. Then all the firework shoot of, straight at Cade. Soon, he disappears in a beautiful display of blue and green. We wait and see if we missed and the other car got hit, but it didn't. They drive up to us.
"Thank you so much! We would've been goners if you didn't save us!" The driver says.
"No problem. We're all in this together, right?"
"Yeah, I guess. I'm Tim Park." The driver, Tim Park, says.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Park. I'm Jenny Wilson, and this is my son, Alex," Mrs. Wilson says.
"Nice to meet you, too. We should get going, it's late," Mr. Park says.
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Wet
General FictionIt was just your normal, another-day-at-the-office kind of day for Jake. Until his small, suburban area of Naples, Florida was battered with heavy rains and hail, flash floods, and hurricanes, that is. Jake only wants two things, though: to save his...
