"Holy F-" Courtney's words were cut off by another smaller explosion already amidst the infernal blast. He knew he ought to just put his trusty toyota truck into gear and drive off and leave this madness behind, but the whole situation was oddly intoxicating, fascinating the visceral aspects of his mind. He'd never been a part of anything close to this, this out-of-the-movies type stuff. Instead he turned off the ignition and pocketed the keys as he stepped out of his truck, forgetting the half-corpse he'd obliterated only moments before.
His first few steps were toward the immense blazing heat of the diner, before he walked up to the biker from earlier, "Well I hope you like it extra crispy."