The Lost Chronicles Of Pangea: Apocalypse

Escape II

David drove his hover bike down a high way with a singular focus, houses, and stores, trees and animals all flashed past him as he drove for his life. He was moving at almost two hundred kilometers an hour, but even then the bat was able to keep pace and was actually catching up. David was only going at a quarter of the top speed the hover bike was capable of reaching, but he couldn’t go an faster for a number of reasons. Firstly he was already going way too fast, and it was taking all of his concentration to steer his hover bike past abandoned vehicles and buildings.

Not to mention every twenty second of so, there would be an evolved aquatic creature that wanted to try out its luck and be the one responsible for Bringing David down. Two; at the moment the performance of the hover bike had not gone through extensive testing yet, if he went too fast, then the engine could overheat which would leave him with a whole lot of problems.

David’s nerves were stretched taut with worry and fright, but he was able to keep his eye and focus on the road. David felt a disturbance in the air, he felt the action even before it was taken. David sharply swerved to the side, and the bat that had somehow silently caught up took a bite out of the concrete.

That was enough to buy David a little more time and space to keep on moving, the bat raised its head and screeched in anger, water and pieces of the tarred road falling from its mouth. It flapped its wings and continued to chase the hover bike that was now almost Dozens of meters away from it.

David would have loved nothing more than to shoot and burn a hole through the body of that damn bat, the only problem is he needed both hands and all of his concentration on the road. At his current speed, any wrong movement or mistake made would see him become nothing more than a broken pile of bones and guts on the submerged highway.

The bat even with It’s previous failed attack was still able to catch up, If it could do so with such ease, then it was quite possible that this bat could have flown past him and intercepted his bike. However the bat just kept chasing and keeping a particular distance behind him. The bat would draw closer as if it wanted to attack, then it would pull back all the while keeping its blazing yellow eye on David’s back. David had felt the bat play this game multiple times, and each time the bat came close to the bike, David felt his heart jump into his throat.

There was just no way of beating the bat in the skies, without enough speed, it was like going to fight someone in his own backyard, with all of his friends present. David was rapidly coming up on a bridge that was built over a river that ran through the entire western half of Victoria island. The bridge was big enough for three huge trucks to drive on side by side, however David also knew there was a smaller bridge about five minutes to the north that was a lot narrower and was actually made for people to walk on. An inkling of a plan began to take shape in David’s head, it was rather dangerous but it was the best he had.

He turned right sharply and suddenly that the bat almost lost control of its flight pattern due to how sudden the move was, then after about a minute David turned right again, driving his hover bike past a bus terminal. He seemed to be heading back in the direction he was just coming from, but when he had passed the bus terminal he banked left and kept on moving north. But with every move he had made, the Bat was still keeping up with him. Then David turned left, a tiny bridge built with eight meter tall poles and railings made from reinforced steel was a few meters away.

David brought the hover bike lower and transitioned from its flight mode, to its land mode. The bike landed heavily in the water spraying up a significant amount of sea water in the face of the bat. Then David drove forward heading straight for the bridge with the bat in tow. Unfortunately because David was driving on the ground, the friction of his hover bikes movement caused it to continuously spray water behind him, and it went straight into the eyes of the pursuing bat.

But the bat was no longer in control of its own brain and decisions, getting sprayed with that much water would definitely irritate the eye, but the bat still kept on chasing. The only thing David was sure off was that it couldn’t see him properly with the amount of water being thrown in its face. David drove past the two narrow railings on either side of the bridge, it was so close that both sides of his hover bike let out sparks as they grinded against the sides of the bridge. Seconds later David heard a huge crash and the painful screaming of the bat. The bridge was already too narrow for his bike to pass through comfortably, and with how wide the Bat's body was, there was no way it could have avoided a collision with the bridge. David drove off the bridge and then quickly engaged the flight mode of his bike, then he raised himself almost thirty feet in the air and monitored the situation below him.

More than half the bridge was in shambles, the other half were either sticking out of the Bat’s injured body or at the bottom of the six meter deep river. The bat could no longer follow him due to the assortment of holes allover its body and on its wings especially. The bat was quite strong, but with someone else driving it’s brain and hijacking its own body, they both turned out stupid. That lizard seemed to have a vendetta against him, but David had no idea why.

He knew it had something to do with Ahmed, but was their relationship a whole lot different than he expected so much so that the brain hacking lizard wanted him dead. Well David did not know the answer to that question because he didn’t speak lizard and he didn’t really care either. That lizard had crossed a line, but should the chance ever come up David was going to send that miserable reptile to hell.

David raised his assault rifle and made sure to look right at the yellow eye that was glaring at him. That scaled face seems really un eager to die or even loose to David. But this was the law of a battlefield, you either kill or be prepared to be killed. Because in a fight nobody cares if you have a little girl at home, nobody cares if your mother is sick, or your wife is pregnant. On that field the only thing that mattered was your enemy and the only action that mattered whether or not you took it, was killing.

“papapapapaapapa!”

The sound of the gun spiting fire mingled with the song of the wind and the symphony it made with flowing water. The bat which was precariously holding on to the other half of the bridge let go as it’s huge body splashed into the river. It was still large enough that its body did not sink and disappear into the river, but the river’s current was strong enough to pull its bulking body into the horizon, all the way back to the sea.