"N-n-nothing!,"Mark stammered,"the only thing back there was the generator.And it wasn't bullets that destroyed it.It was torn apart, like I said, with bullets all you would have to do is shoot the gas tank.Which at worst would blow it up, or just drain out the gasoline.And we never heard an explosion."

James spoke up,"I've got an idea, somebody take the dirt bike in the shed and go to Deadhorse for help.Or maybe the snowmobile."

Terrence shook his head,"Deadhorse is half an hour away by car, it would take an hour by snowmobile or dirt bike, provided you drove fast, and with these icey roads and the snowstorm you'd just crash and probably get killed.And you can't afford to go slow, not with a gun hand outside blasting away.Was he shooting at you two?"He asked the other two guys.

James shrugged,"We don't know,"he said,"all we heard was two gunshots and we took off running."

Just then a loud pounded came from the door and made everyone jump.
It was somebody knocking, fast and hard.
The pounded knock intensified and a hoarse voice could be heard outside the door,"Open up!"