The impact was so strong that I almost flew out of my seat. I shakily tried to regain consciousness. I turned to look at Hendrix, and I saw blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
He was covered with debris from the crash and was unconscious.
"Hendrix, Hendrix." I shifted closer and stretched out my hand to help him. I kept calling his name until he regained consciousness. His dazed eyes met mine and he said in a weak voice, "Quick, find Tobias. He knows what to do!"
It was at that moment where I realize that there were a few black vehicles approaching. Hendrix urged through his pain, "Hurry up, or none of us can leave."
The cars were getting closer and closer and I knew that if I didn't go and get help. Both of us will suffer, with no hope of rescue.
I hurriedly climbed out of the car and stumbled to hide behind a wall not far away.
The black vehicles stopped, and several brawny men dressed in solid black got out of the cars.
They pulled roughly Hendrix out of the car. In order to protect me, Hendrix had tried to shelter me from the brunt of the crash. Even from a distance, I could see how badly injured he was. The men pulled him out of the car and pushed him into one of the black cars, not caring about his injury. Then, a man stepped forward, and with a poker face, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground next to our car. I hadn't noticed that the oil tank of the car was busted in the collision. But I did notice that all 4 tires were flat. No wonder the car was out of control earlier. They had shot out our tires.
The cigarette butt touched the gasoline on the ground and ignited. In a blink of an eye, flames appeared and were about to consume the whole car.
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