There were two big burly men with thick, scraggy body hair in the room wearing dark boots and pants with big leather jackets and spiked helmets. The room was filled with boxes of goods: MRE Meal kits, guns, ammo, bandages, medicine of all sorts, and gallon jugs of water.
"Well, well, well.... looks we we've got ourselves some thieves." one of the burly brutes chuckled with a grin.
"We're not here to take anything, we just thought there might be more of those crazy chicks in here." Ricky said.
"Who are you guys anyway?" Colin asked.
"We answer to the Road King, bub." the other biker replied.
"Shut up, Grizz!" the first biker said as he punched his cohort in the face.
"Excuse me, Road King?" Reba asked.
"Our boss, he owns this here supply stock." Grizz added before being punched again.
"That doesn't matter, since none of you are leaving this here unit."
With a snap of his fingers, this biker summoned more out of hiding. They whipped out pistols, shotguns, chains, and clubs.
"..... Wellllllll shit." Colin sighed in defeat. "Guess we'll be.... WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!"
Colin pointed as the bikers turned around, Colin bonking one on the head and taking his shotgun, blasting holes in two others binding Reba with chains.