Glass shattered, as screams and shouts bounced off the walls of the car. But once we finally crashed, silence took the entire interior.
"Okay, is anyone still alive?" Brie asked, as Hans groaned. Hans responded weakly: "I sort of wish I wasn't." The entire place was just a humid blur. My head felt like a bowling ball that was speeding down the rail.
My body felt like my bones were replaced with shattered glass. Then, suddenly, I heard the sound of a door being kicked from its hinges. Oh, no. Did they just snatch her from inside the vehicle?
As my eyesight cleared, I saw the driver door was absent from its job, and an open space took the position of the door. "Brie!" I shouted, as I looked down. My seatbelt was tight on, as I removed it, and faced my direction towards the door.