When I open my eyes, I'm on my side, on the ceiling. Looks like the car rolled.
"Eve" I feel a hand on my shoulder and immediately know its Claire
"Yeah" I ask. My voice sounds weird. Weird.
"Are you okay" her voice sounds shocked as if it was the obvious question? Am I okay? I shake my right arm then my left. I shake my right leg then my-OUCH! Yeah not good. I let out a groan as I lower my leg back to the ground.
"Other than my leg. Fantastic! You?"
"I'm fine" she was actually. Just a couple of scratches and bruises. So now for the tuff stuff.
Escape.
Maybe we can-
"HELLO!"
"WE'RE HERE" Claire yells back in response. She moves toured the back of the car were a man has pressed down on the ground to peer inside. He takes a look around and grabs a stray bar of scrap metal. With it he knocks out the remaining shard of glass from the back window.
"Alright now crawl out" he instructs
"Okay well wait Eve can you make it out"
"Yeah" but I can't help but let out a yelp when I move to sit up.
"Ok you guys stay there. I can see the lights" the man tells us
"Lights?" I ask confused by what he said
"you know ambulance, fire truck, formally known as help." he tells me.
Its just then that I get a good look at his face he's the man who shot Oliver in Blacke.