You know how there are people in this world who you only need to look at once to know that they’re real dangerous, and that you should get as far away from them as you can before they do something bad to you?

Well, these people that came out of this van that had crashed into our car were all the absolute epitome of that type of human being. They were all dressed in black, armoured gear; all but one of them was packing some serious heat, and even from my upside-down POV, the look in their eyes screamed psycho killer qu’est-ce que c’est.

That’s when I disengaged my brain, and let my instincts take over.

I scrabbled onto my back, laying on the glass-sprinkled roof/floor.

I stumbled to my knees, and butter-fingeredly undid Zoe’s seatbelt, letting her unconscious body fall from her seat.

I frantically opened the glove compartment, and pulled out my ol’ trusty .44 Magnum. (Got it in the 70’s. More on that later.)

I threw myself onto my stomach by my shattered window, and just started shooting…