Swerve around the roadblock!

You're not going to risk trashing the van. You swerve at the last possible moment, the van nearly going up on two wheels as you steer it towards the narrow gap between the rightmost car and the brick wall of an old bank.

Too late you see the glittering shards of glass that cover the sidewalk. Thousands of them, obviously placed there. Your tires crunch into the glass and blow almost immediately. The van swings wildly to the left, smashing into the car and jarring your teeth. You swerve right, but the back tires blow at that moment and you steer straight into the brick wall.

"Fu-"

Your scream is interrupted by the thunderclap of impact and the airbag exploding into your face. You lose consciousness almost immediately.

You awaken with a gasp as cold water is dumped over your head. You are sitting on a rickety wooden chair and your hands are tied behind your back. Your gun belt is gone. You have a throbbing lump above your left eye, but you seem otherwise okay.

You're in a motel room. The furniture of the past trashed and pushed into the corner. Three men stand looking at you. Their faces are painted with red streaks and they carry an assortment of hand weapons. The largest man with long curly hair is wearing a tattered business suit and you see your gun belted around his waist.

"Wake up, bitch," he says. "You and your friend are meat now."

"Fuck you," you mutter.

He slaps you across the face.

"Me and the boy are going to do all the fucking," he laughs. "We're going to take your friend here out back..."

He kicks a lump and you realize it's Ritter. He's been terribly beaten. His face is covered with blood and his nose looks broken. His face is covered with blood, but he looks up at you with his one eye that isn't swollen shut. When he smiles you see he's lost several teeth.

"....we're gonna kill his ass," the man in the suit continues, "and carve him up. Fresh meat. You'll live longer."

The man in the suit snaps his fingers and the two other men drag Ritter out. Ritter tries to say something but he just spits blood.

"Now, are you going to be good meat and fuck like good meat should?" The man in the suit steps closer and draws a knife - Ritter's knife - and menaces you. "We can keep you alive a long time, girlie. Long time before we carve you up."