POV: Burn
The road stretched on endlessly, the sky dark with the early morning haze. The low rumble of the bikes broke the silence of the forest, but even with the steady roar of the engine, my thoughts drifted in and out. This wasn’t like other hits. Something about it gnawed at me, a tension that wouldn’t let up. Maybe it was because I knew this wouldn’t end with a few burned-out buildings. The Crows weren’t the type to give up easily.
The air felt heavier the deeper we got into the forest, the road narrowing as we approached the old lumberyard. It was tucked away, miles from anything resembling civilization, the kind of place you could disappear into if you wanted.
“Looks quiet,” Razor muttered as we slowed to a stop near the tree line. He was always the first to find excitement in t
