The one who had tossed the grilled cheese at me yesterday.The only face burned into my memory.
“Yogi is fucking pissed!”the first guy screamed.“Do you have any idea how bad this is?”
My heart slammed so hard it hurt.
“I say we just fucking kill her,” the second voice said, wild now, unhinged.“And we run.”
The world tilted.
“Where the hell are we gonna run?”the third voice demanded.
“Anywhere but fucking here!”
Silence.
My breath caught in my chest.
Then—“Fine,” someone said.“Let’s do it.”
Something inside me snapped.
Not fear.Not panic.
Something feral.
I turned back to the window, grabbed the board again, and pulled.
Hard.
Pain exploded through my shoulders and arms, but I didn’t stop.I pulled like my life depended on it.
Because it did.
The board ripped free with a cracking sound that echoed in the camper.I stumbled back, nearly falling, my heart racing so fast I thought it might give out.
I stared at the opening.
There was no window.Just open space.Bare.
Air rushed in and filled my lungs like oxygen after drowning.
Footsteps pounded outside.
Close.
Fast.
“Now!”someone yelled.
I didn’t think.
I dove.
My body slammed through the opening, scraping against the rough edges as I tumbled out of the camper.I hit the dirt hard, the impact knocking the wind clean out of me.Pain exploded across my ribs and chest, and stars burst behind my eyes.
I gasped, sucking in air that wouldn’t come.
No time.