The door wouldn’t hold forever.
Every time the biker gang rammed it, it groaned and split just a little bit more. And they’d been at it for an unseemly time.
Out here on the family farm, there was no one around for miles to lend a hand, and fend off these maniacs.
He did manage to take out a few of them from the safety of the gaps of the barn. It merely slowed down the inevitable. Just a bit.
But at least he had one bullet left.
The question was: would he use it on himself or his daughter?