Stone Ruins

Down, down the swerving mountainside we ride, handlebars grasped tight. I fear, "We're going a little too fast, man!" But he continues to ride his bike ahead of me, several hundred feet in front. SHOOM! BAM! ...CRASH! Just in front of myself a car drives from hidden beyond the next bend across and through the guardrail of the corner I am approaching, and drops helplessly over the edge. !!! I coast quickly to the corner, the cliff. My friend stops in his tracks and flips over the handlebars; I'm too blown away to really notice. When I peer over the edge of the cliff, I find a old bridge structure, ruins really, with large stone pillars. The ill-fated vehicle had driven off and straight into one of these two standing pillars, the rear sticking outward towards me, the front completely in the partially-crumbled pillar. Other vehicles have more minor damage around the scene, and a few people seem to be OK and making their way to the pillared car. I make my way down the site, and attempt to offer any assistance possible. I walk behind the wall, made up in part by the large pillars, and hear voices, "You need to leave." "This is none of your business." "Get out of here!" A gunshot is fired in my direction and hits some of the stones near my head. I duck in cover and wonder what in the world is the deal. I use my cellular phone as a weapon, a feature I had never previously discovered. I retrieve a shotgun from a fallen pursuer. At this point, my only chance for survival is to take them all out, at least until they give up. I breathe. It may be last. I breathe. A window is above my head, and the enemy is just on the other side. I take a breath. Quickly I stand up and smash through the window with the butt of the shotgun into the face of the first man I saw, glass slicing his face, his eyes, his head. One down for the count. I instantly go for the next guy, smashing the gun into his face as well with great success. It appears I've taken out 2 of 3 men who are still out to get me, the third right there next to them. He is frightened and I continue to utilize my element of surprise to my advantage. He fires his weapon, and luckily, misses. I retaliate hastily and smash the last face in with my almighty shotgun. All three of them are down, out cold, dead for all I know. The battle seems to be concluded as a I cautiously snoop around the scene, checking for others, and finished it is. It became known that the identity of the victor that day was unknown, and that he was never to be hunted again. It was me. And I would set out to discover the secrets kept by the dead that day, but they were never revealed to me, and thus will remain a mystery until the day I am also dead.