Uneasy Murmurs
A low hum began to build among the crowd as the bikers in the back whispered quietly to each other, their words barely audible over the stillness that had settled over the gas station. One of them, his voice cautious, leaned towards a friend and asked, “What do you think’s gonna happen?” His eyes flicked toward the trucker, but his expression showed a mix of uncertainty and curiosity.
The replies were varied, but there was one consistent thread that ran through them all: the sense that something big was about to unfold. It wasn’t just idle chatter; it was an undercurrent of collective anticipation, as if everyone could feel that the next moments would change the dynamics of the scene. The air was thick with the unspoken knowledge that one small spark could set everything off.
