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With tyres screeching, you turn onto the bridge and gun your car across it at top speed. Beyond the span you find a secondary road that has barely survived the post-disaster years. A sign flashes past, identifying it as Road 1989, but you fail to see this number as you fight to avoid the boulders that lie strewn in your path.
Kate has drawn her pistol and is firing over her shoulder at a biker, who is closing fast. A pair of belt-fed machine guns are mounted atop the headlamp of his motorcycle, and he fires them in devastating bursts whenever the roadster fills his sights.
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So concerted is the fire that you are both forced to cower in your armour-backed seats to avoid being hit. Then another sign appears on the road ahead, pointing to a winding dirt track that leads away to the left. It reads:
You are desperate to avoid the machine-gunning biker and so decide to take the track. At least its winding course will give him less opportunity to riddle the trunk with bullets.
