hyperconsequence/Second Chances

He slammed his foot on the accelerator before even closing the door, which swings shut as the forward motion pushing him into the seat. A deafening crack from behind sounds as the rear window explodes from a bullet passing through the glass and planting itself into the rear seat.

Flicking his head around involuntarily, he saw the shattered glass strewn over the parcel shelf, leather seats and the dead man, tightly seat belted in. Turning back around, it isn’t for a moment he realises what he saw, and checks the rear view mirror to confirm his fears.

“Oh crap” he mutters, pulling the car screeching out of the alley way on to a busier road, cutting through the traffic, dodging people crossing the road disregarding traffic lights. Not that upholding the safest mode of driving seems so important, but when a recently deceased is sitting just centimetres behind you and the goons, who no doubt put him in that state, just minutes behind you – road manners are not item number one on the menu.

The driver keeps speeding forward not really sure where to go or what to do next, but realising the first step is to get as far away from the trigger happy twins before becoming the next bullet point on their list, figuratively and literally.