On the Run
You run to the car, knocking on the glass. An elderly man rolls down the window and looks at you. "May I help you?" he asks.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I must ask you to get out of the car," you say.
"I can't help those on the run from the law," he says and rolls up the window.
Angrily, you smash through the glass, grab the man's neck, and snap it. You open the door, get in, and begin driving away. However, you hadn't seen the 100-pound rottweiler in the back seat. You feel a sharp pain in your neck, and you collapse onto the floor of the vehicle. The car drives into a gas tank and explodes, killing you and the dog.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I must ask you to get out of the car," you say.
"I can't help those on the run from the law," he says and rolls up the window.
Angrily, you smash through the glass, grab the man's neck, and snap it. You open the door, get in, and begin driving away. However, you hadn't seen the 100-pound rottweiler in the back seat. You feel a sharp pain in your neck, and you collapse onto the floor of the vehicle. The car drives into a gas tank and explodes, killing you and the dog.
