Drunk Driving Narrative
“Mm-hmm,” Katie cocked her MAC-11 and kept her eyes straight ahead to the van. As I neared the van again, the man loaded another drum magazine into his RPK, cocked the action and resumed firing at us.
A civilian car swerved in front of us in an evasive maneuver, and I tried to get around it but clipped its left rear corner, and it spun out on the side of the road.
“Shit!” I looked back at the car which had screeched to a halt then turned my attention back to the van.
The man in the back fired some more as the van navigated through the maze of cars on the freeway with me right behind it. Some stray bullets hit or grazed the cars we passed. One bullet went through the windshield of a Honda and hit the driver, and the car spun out of control.
Of course, I couldn’t tell if he was okay, but I hoped he was.
The man at the back of the van turned to the driver and shouted something, waving his free arm, and I guessed he was telling the driver to go faster, though, a big van like that probably couldn’t go much more quickly than it was going. He jammed yet another magazine into his machine gun and looked at a nearby pickup truck, then at us. He quickly aimed and fired at the vehicle and punctured its front tire, causing it to swerve toward another car and hit it.
Both were right in front of us, but it was too late to hit the brakes, and my car hit the front sides of both cars hard. Both cars went spinning in opposite directions.
“Sorry,” I said as if those drivers could hear me. It was time to end this before there were any more civilian casualties.
I shifted up to the last gear and sped up to the van at almost full speed. The man in the back of the van shot out the front tire of yet another car, but this one was going fast enough to swerve and begin to roll sideways down the freeway.
A civilian car swerved in front of us in an evasive maneuver, and I tried to get around it but clipped its left rear corner, and it spun out on the side of the road.
“Shit!” I looked back at the car which had screeched to a halt then turned my attention back to the van.
The man in the back fired some more as the van navigated through the maze of cars on the freeway with me right behind it. Some stray bullets hit or grazed the cars we passed. One bullet went through the windshield of a Honda and hit the driver, and the car spun out of control.
Of course, I couldn’t tell if he was okay, but I hoped he was.
The man at the back of the van turned to the driver and shouted something, waving his free arm, and I guessed he was telling the driver to go faster, though, a big van like that probably couldn’t go much more quickly than it was going. He jammed yet another magazine into his machine gun and looked at a nearby pickup truck, then at us. He quickly aimed and fired at the vehicle and punctured its front tire, causing it to swerve toward another car and hit it.
Both were right in front of us, but it was too late to hit the brakes, and my car hit the front sides of both cars hard. Both cars went spinning in opposite directions.
“Sorry,” I said as if those drivers could hear me. It was time to end this before there were any more civilian casualties.
I shifted up to the last gear and sped up to the van at almost full speed. The man in the back of the van shot out the front tire of yet another car, but this one was going fast enough to swerve and begin to roll sideways down the freeway.