While Lincoln was chatting and Bobby was searching, Lori was still trying to kick her way out of the car, every kick losing strength yet she was growing evermore determined to get out. With a sudden burst of energy, fueled by pure adrenaline, she gives the windshield five solid kicks before a sound of shattered glass emerges. Lori removes her foot to see a small hole in the windshield glass. She again moves her foot forward to begin kicking the glass. With every bit of energy she has, she kicks and kicks, the hole growing larger and larger.
The bottom of her sandal was being pummeled with glass shards. Finally the hole bursted open to a size she could squeeze in air. The blood under her skin returns to its normal color when receiving the fresh oxygen. All she could do was just breath. The sounds of sirens and voices began to fill the air. "Help!" Lori cried out, yet there were so many voices she wasn't sure if anyone heard her. "Hello! Can someone help me? Please?"
Feering she won't be helped by rescue, Lori decides to get herself out of the ball of metal and glass, her worst decision yet. Lori begins lifting herself out of the windshield, the threat of broken glass swelled her thoughts. Just nearby a fire was raging, a gas tanker truck had collided into the pile up, helicopters doing all they can to put it out. Lori makes it about half way out when her hand slips. All her reactions at that point were only instinct. Lori's right hand swings to catch her fall, just barely saving her from the glass.
The sound of the fire nearby was growing louder and more menacing. Lori began to see flames shooting out from the truck next to her, at least thirty feet high. Without warning an enormous explosion shakes all the vehicles nearby as a rumble passes through the highway. The force of the explosion causes Lori to lose her balance. Gravity pulls her directly into the shattered windshield. Extremely sharp glass shreds through the clothing, skin, and into the stomach. Lori tries her best to pull away from causing anymore harm, but the damage was already done.
Lori's stomach began gushing out blood as she pulled herself out. Not realising what was wrong she rubbed her stomach after a sting shot through it. Pulling her hand away she noticed something. Her hand was covered in blood. Lori looks down at her shirt to see a large red stain soaked into it. Once seeing the spot, the pain shoots from a minor three to one hundred in a blink of an eye. All her strength was gone just like that, she collapsed with no ability to control her legs.
Lori watched as the blood stain on her shirt spread towards the ground and a pool of said blood began to gather. The noises began to get more and more faint, her vision grew darker and blurier. Everytime Lori took a breath she would feel the pain shoot across her body. The same for everytime she exhaled. The constant pain forced her to slow her breathing. Every breath was met with fainter noise and darker vision. Lori began to hear a voice in her head, "Come on, stay with me, you can do! You can make it!" the voice kept repeating over and over, yet it didn't take long before the voice became a different tone, much much deeper and bulkier. "Come on dammit! Stay with me!" The voice was somehow helping her remain awake.