The car roared down the road. Behind us, shouts and gunfire faded into the distance. I kept my foot heavy on the gas as I drove fast.
Jason slumped in the passenger seat, breathing hard. Blood soaked through his shirt faster now.
"Please stay with me. Don’t close your eyes."
Jason groaned.
"Turn left before the bridge," he muttered.
I swerved left. The road was narrow and empty.
I glanced at Jason again. His face was pale.
His grip on the gun had loosened. Blood was still spreading across his side.
"You need treatment. We can’t keep driving like this. We need somewhere to stop."
Jason shook his head. "Not here," he said. "We need to get out of this town first. When we get to the next town, we will find a place to stop."
I pressed harder on the gas. "Why not stop now? It seem
