Chapter 7
I bolted out of the bathroom and scanned the restaurant, looking for the threat. Instead, I caught the reflections of more death’s heads. They were in the mirrored pictures lining the walls, and the glass that lined the back wall in the bar, their owners oblivious to descending doom.
So many of them.
How was this possible?
The saloon doors in the entrance slammed open and a crowd of people surged inside, lurching, staggering, mottled faces on all of them. Two brandished knives, one held a cricket bat, the other two were unarmed but just as deadly as they launched themselves at the first person they came across.
Screams and shouts of shock rang out as the rest of the patrons realised what was happening. Some leaped to the rescue of those already under attack, but most of them
