The rain burned like a thousand tiny needles on my skin. My clothes were already clinging to my body, my shoes soaked through and heavier with every step. The sky was pitch black. The road ahead seemed endless. I no longer knew how long I had been walking. I only knew that I couldn't stop. Then I heard it. A deep, dull rumble. Not just one engine. Several. Loud. Powerful. Unmistakable. My heart tightened. Slowly I raised my head. Through the rain, headlights emerged. First one. Then two. Finally a whole row. Black motorcycles. Big machines. They were coming straight toward me. For a moment I stood frozen in place. The rain swallowed every other sound as the roar of the bikes grew closer. The front one cuts. I swallowed hard.

And I didn't know whether I had just been rescued... ...or whether the whole row of them came with him. He holds the helmet out by the strap.