At Gunpoint
"Go!" David felt the push of the gun barrel. "Just walk!"
He took a step forward. Then a second. His eyes were getting used to the glare of the sun and he was beginning to discern the situation.
The truck was in the woods, on a forest road. It looked like it had turned here wanting to get away from the main road, but the road was too narrow, or perhaps too low, and the truck couldn't push through further. Probably by turning off the main road they managed to confuse the police, but not for long. The sirens were circling, and any moment now some patrolman would decide to check this forest road.
David approached the cab of the truck. He saw that the driver was not inside.
"Wouldn't it be easier for you to just run away?" he asked the man walking behind him. "A hostage only slows you down and makes your situation worse..."
"I don't give a shit!" he growled in response. "If you slow me down, you'll get shot."