Grim Reaper 01 - Embrace the Grim Reaper

biker pushed himself off of his bike. “Sure thing, hon. You can ride with one of us, strap your stuff to the other.”
    “Thanks.” She gathered up her possessions. There weren’t many of them. She hadn’t even bothered to take out anything but her sleeping bag and a bottle of water. She folded up the damp bedroll and tied it to the top of her backpack, scooting the whole lot behind her down the rocky embankment. When she reached the bottom she eased upward, stretching her sore muscles. A sleeping bag hadn’t been enough to protect her bones and body from the hard, uneven surface. She rolled her neck, but stayed aware of where each man stood, primed for self-defense should her sense of their intentions prove wrong.
    “I’ll take that.” The larger man held a hand out for her backpack.
    Casey hesitated, then lifted it into his arms.
    “We ain’t got no helmets,” the other guy said. He sat astride his hog, fingers on the key.
    Casey laughed under her breath. No helmets and a motorcycle on a rainy day. Not the smartest method of travel. But then, it probably wasn’t interesting enough for Death to take her that way.
    On the other hand, maybe it was.
    She stepped up to the bike, and got on.

Chapter Two
    “Not a good day for ridin’, huh?” The trucker at the counter laughed, slapping his knee.
    The bikers walked past him and the other truckers sitting along the counter, ignoring the obvious comment.
    “Order what you want, darlin’,” the bearded biker said when they were seated. “S’on us.” He yanked a sticky menu from behind the napkin dispenser and slipped a pair of glasses from inside his leather vest.
    “No,” Casey said. “I’ll pay.”
    He peered at her over his lenses. “You don’t look much like you should be turning down gifts.”
    “Oh, but I should be.” She pulled a couple of crumpled twenties from her pocket and laid them on the table. “It’s my treat.”
    Her two new friends looked at each other until the bearded one shrugged and turned back to his menu. “Your call, sweetheart. You want to pay, we’ll be sure to let you.”
    “Thanks.”
    The bald one grunted a laugh, his eyes on the list of daily specials.
    After they’d ordered Casey sighed, letting her head fall back. She was damp, cold, and tired. The patty melt and fries would help. She hoped.
    “So,” the hairy one said. “Where you headed, exactly?”
    Casey brought her head back up, avoiding his eyes. “Somewhere. Anywhere.”
    “Oh. So it’s like that?”
    “Yeah.”
    A voice from the intercom announced a name, garbled with static, and said the shower was available. One of the truckers at the counter stood and tossed some bills by his empty plate before loping toward the back of the truckstop. Casey watched him with longing. A shower. Oh, to be clean, and warm.
    The bald biker leaned back in his chair, balancing on two of its legs. “We’re going to State College. Harley rally. Welcome to join us.”
    Casey outlined a design on the tablecloth with a finger. “Thanks. That’s…kind of you.”
    Their food came then, steaming and fragrant. Casey tucked into her meal, forgetting all but the taste on her tongue, and the warmth in her belly. She came back to the present gradually, her eyes meeting those of her companions, their eyes sparkling as they regarded her across the table.
    “Um. Hungry,” she said.
    The bearded one laughed. “Guess so.”
    She smiled briefly before finishing the rest of her food and downing the large glass of milk.
    “I suppose you’ll want dessert now,” the hairy one said.
    “Oh. No. No dessert for me. But you guys…if you want it, you go ahead.”
    Baldy grinned. “Don’t mind if I do.” He ordered and devoured an extremely large banana split.
    When they’d finished Casey felt full, warm, and even dry. Content.
    “You ready to get goin’, sweetheart?” Her bearded friend stood beside his chair, a hand on its back.
    “Oh. Sorry.” She got up and followed them outside, where the men put away their tarps and swung their legs over their bikes, balancing their rides, their feet on the ground. Casey hesitated.
    “Everything okay?” Her driver was waiting.
    “Sure. I…it’s just, I think this is where I get off.”
    He looked around. “ Here ?”
    “Yeah. But thanks. Thanks so much for everything. The ride. The offer. I…it was nice.”
    He studied her face. Shook his head. “S’your call, darlin’, but you know, some of these others…” He waved a