[What kind of question is that? The thing is enormous in the darkness, blotting out the faint ambient light from the moon and stars. Even if there was room to safely get around it on the highway, which he's not convinced of, it wouldn't be hard for the thing to just move into their way and block them. So as much as he doesn't want to slow down or stop, it's either that or they go sailing head-first into that dark shape and that sounds worse.
As he holds the brake levers tight, the headlight from the bike gets close enough to illuminate some of that shape, too. Whatever it is, it's more than just black goo with a face - there are limbs, twisted and mangled on its surface, and the remnants of clothing merge with flesh and black ooze. And as it arcs upward to try and tower over them, darkness itself seems to spill out of a slash that runs from where its belly ought to be, up to roughly where its neck would be, if it were a human shape.
Sitting in the road here would be a very, very bad idea, he has a feeling, so Johnnie wheels the bike around to go the other way.]
I'm gonna try an' find a road that goes around. You have your gun?
[Shooting a big dark blob doesn't sound especially likely to do much, but what the hell else are they going to do here? There's a set of train tracks running parallel to the highway, and maybe if they're extraordinarily lucky a train carrying barrels of some kind of fuel will come by and give them something to work with, or maybe they can trap the thing on the tracks and have it get hit - but he's not exactly counting on a train coming by in time to save them.]
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[What kind of question is that? The thing is enormous in the darkness, blotting out the faint ambient light from the moon and stars. Even if there was room to safely get around it on the highway, which he's not convinced of, it wouldn't be hard for the thing to just move into their way and block them. So as much as he doesn't want to slow down or stop, it's either that or they go sailing head-first into that dark shape and that sounds worse.
As he holds the brake levers tight, the headlight from the bike gets close enough to illuminate some of that shape, too. Whatever it is, it's more than just black goo with a face - there are limbs, twisted and mangled on its surface, and the remnants of clothing merge with flesh and black ooze. And as it arcs upward to try and tower over them, darkness itself seems to spill out of a slash that runs from where its belly ought to be, up to roughly where its neck would be, if it were a human shape.
Sitting in the road here would be a very, very bad idea, he has a feeling, so Johnnie wheels the bike around to go the other way.]
I'm gonna try an' find a road that goes around. You have your gun?
[Shooting a big dark blob doesn't sound especially likely to do much, but what the hell else are they going to do here? There's a set of train tracks running parallel to the highway, and maybe if they're extraordinarily lucky a train carrying barrels of some kind of fuel will come by and give them something to work with, or maybe they can trap the thing on the tracks and have it get hit - but he's not exactly counting on a train coming by in time to save them.]