might have been lurking around your house and heard me talking to my Mom, or maybe he had some radio or something that still worked. I don’t think he saw it on cable TV!”
“What’s that?” Anna pointed ahead.
There was a small green light swinging back and forth about 200 yards down the road. They had not seen any lights since leaving. It was nearly 1:00 AM; there shouldn’t be anyone out.
Grace leaned forward and squinted. “I think it’s a glow stick,” she said, her mind raced through what options they had. They needed to go this way. If they turned around, they would have to go onto the main road, or double all the way back to Anna’s house and circle back around a different way.
“Let’s slow down and see what we can see,” Grace said more to herself.
The Jeep coasted to a stop. They were still about 100 yards from the light. She put the Jeep in 1 st gear and kept her foot on the clutch, ready to go.
“What do you want to do?” Anna asked.
Grace thumbed the safety on the pistol still sitting in her lap. A second light moved into view down the road.
“Let’s go back,” Grace said.
Anna watched her friend put the Jeep in reverse and pivot the car around. The green lights started moving towards them. She started getting nervous.
“Go faster,” Anna said, her calm state over.
“I’m trying but,” she was fighting the steering wheel. The Jeep didn’t have power steering and it was hard to turn.
“They’re running towards us!” Anna looked back, and then she saw something out of the corner of her eye. It was a man shaped shadow next to the Jeep. She yelped out of fear, and shouted, “GO! GO! GO!”
Grace stood on the gas, spinning the tires and cutting the wheel. The pistol flew off of Grace’s lap as she accelerated in the circle to turn around. The man on Anna’s side jumped on to the running board of the Jeep and reached through the open passenger window, grabbing Anna by the arm.
Grace fought to keep the Jeep from flipping over as she over steered the vehicle and flung them from side to side. She was not letting off the gas and had not yet put the Jeep in second gear. She was also frantically searching the floor with her hand, trying to find the gun.
Anna swung at the man, hitting him repeatedly in the head. “Let go! Let go!” she yelled, and then bit into his arm.
The man yelled and backhanded her face with tremendous force. Her head flung back and blood exploded from her nose. Grace fingers found the familiar metal of the pistol.
Grace yelled something and flung the gearshift into 2 nd gear; the gun now in her hand. “Get off!” she yelled to the man, but he reached across Anna and lunged for her keys. She backhanded his head with the butt of the gun.
He let out a tremendous yell in reaction to the pain.
The Jeep was beginning to redline and Grace didn’t have it under control; she thought they were about to flip.
“You, bitch!” he yelled, and took a swing at Grace from across the Jeep.
Grace leaned back and away from the massive fist as it hit the top of her seat. She let off the gas long enough to steady herself. “Get down!” she yelled to Anna, bringing the handgun up and pushing Anna down with her forearm.
The man leaned back, while still holding on and tried to bring his own shotgun around his body and into the Jeep.
The boom of Grace’s pistol exploded across the front seat and struck the man squarely in the chest before he could pull his own trigger. He fell away from the Jeep, and Grace found 3 rd gear.
Anna screamed at the boom and sat up, blood gushed from her nose.
“Stay down!” Grace pushed her head back towards her knees. She could see the muzzle flashes of the people that had the light sticks down the road. Pellets struck the Jeep, and the driver’s side mirror shattered.
Anna started crying. She gripped her knees with her arms and rocked back and forth. Grace found 4 th gear
“What’s that?” Anna pointed ahead.
There was a small green light swinging back and forth about 200 yards down the road. They had not seen any lights since leaving. It was nearly 1:00 AM; there shouldn’t be anyone out.
Grace leaned forward and squinted. “I think it’s a glow stick,” she said, her mind raced through what options they had. They needed to go this way. If they turned around, they would have to go onto the main road, or double all the way back to Anna’s house and circle back around a different way.
“Let’s slow down and see what we can see,” Grace said more to herself.
The Jeep coasted to a stop. They were still about 100 yards from the light. She put the Jeep in 1 st gear and kept her foot on the clutch, ready to go.
“What do you want to do?” Anna asked.
Grace thumbed the safety on the pistol still sitting in her lap. A second light moved into view down the road.
“Let’s go back,” Grace said.
Anna watched her friend put the Jeep in reverse and pivot the car around. The green lights started moving towards them. She started getting nervous.
“Go faster,” Anna said, her calm state over.
“I’m trying but,” she was fighting the steering wheel. The Jeep didn’t have power steering and it was hard to turn.
“They’re running towards us!” Anna looked back, and then she saw something out of the corner of her eye. It was a man shaped shadow next to the Jeep. She yelped out of fear, and shouted, “GO! GO! GO!”
Grace stood on the gas, spinning the tires and cutting the wheel. The pistol flew off of Grace’s lap as she accelerated in the circle to turn around. The man on Anna’s side jumped on to the running board of the Jeep and reached through the open passenger window, grabbing Anna by the arm.
Grace fought to keep the Jeep from flipping over as she over steered the vehicle and flung them from side to side. She was not letting off the gas and had not yet put the Jeep in second gear. She was also frantically searching the floor with her hand, trying to find the gun.
Anna swung at the man, hitting him repeatedly in the head. “Let go! Let go!” she yelled, and then bit into his arm.
The man yelled and backhanded her face with tremendous force. Her head flung back and blood exploded from her nose. Grace fingers found the familiar metal of the pistol.
Grace yelled something and flung the gearshift into 2 nd gear; the gun now in her hand. “Get off!” she yelled to the man, but he reached across Anna and lunged for her keys. She backhanded his head with the butt of the gun.
He let out a tremendous yell in reaction to the pain.
The Jeep was beginning to redline and Grace didn’t have it under control; she thought they were about to flip.
“You, bitch!” he yelled, and took a swing at Grace from across the Jeep.
Grace leaned back and away from the massive fist as it hit the top of her seat. She let off the gas long enough to steady herself. “Get down!” she yelled to Anna, bringing the handgun up and pushing Anna down with her forearm.
The man leaned back, while still holding on and tried to bring his own shotgun around his body and into the Jeep.
The boom of Grace’s pistol exploded across the front seat and struck the man squarely in the chest before he could pull his own trigger. He fell away from the Jeep, and Grace found 3 rd gear.
Anna screamed at the boom and sat up, blood gushed from her nose.
“Stay down!” Grace pushed her head back towards her knees. She could see the muzzle flashes of the people that had the light sticks down the road. Pellets struck the Jeep, and the driver’s side mirror shattered.
Anna started crying. She gripped her knees with her arms and rocked back and forth. Grace found 4 th gear
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