Taylor - Car escape

There was no one on this street, not for the moment. I materialized the empire car with the keys in it, and I ran around the corner.

I slipped into the driver's seat, and then I peeled into reverse.

"Come with me if you want to live," I said.

"There's not enough room."

"Sit on laps, I said. I popped the trunk. "And there's enough room for three people in the trunk if they are cozy."

They rushed to get in the car, fighting with each other over the street. It took almost thirty seconds.

"I'm leaving in fifteen seconds," I snapped. "Get in the damn trunk!"

The last three got in the trunk, pulling the lid closed. I glanced back and telekinetically pushed the trunk shut. They'd left a little open, but I suspected they'd be thrown out of the car if I allowed them light.

I peeled out, only to almost immediately find myself being shot at.

***

Cars were on fire up ahead, and it looked like there were bodies on the street. Some of them were Asians and others were white.

I ran over several bodies, and people screamed as the car bumped several times.

I swerved as someone threw a grenade, and the car shuddered, and the glass in the back window shattered from the concussion effect. The people in the car screamed and moaned, and no one seemed to be enjoying themselves much.

I heard someone in the back vomiting, and the cries of protest from the others. An acrid stench filled the car, even with the missing window, and I grimaced.

I wasn't going to be able to use the car after this. Crap.

There were several other barricades, but I managed to avoid them with only a few bullet holes.

Soon we were pulling away from the worst of the violence.

A line of black vans drove past us on the other side of the street. PRT, responding at last.

I drove for a while until I found a bus stop, and then I stopped.

***

Escape