CHAPTER 30
RICK SHIELDED HIMSELF as best he could as debris continued to fall from the sky. Blobs of hot mud pelted down, along with burning chunks of wood, plastic, metal, cardboard, and unidentifiable bits and pieces. The mud, wicked hot at first, turned out to be a boon, acting as a lubricant while Rick worked to free himself from his metal prison.
He’d been amazed to find that all his parts were present and accounted for and that he could move them, independently. What he needed now, was to move them, as a unit, out of this mess. The vehicles he was sandwiched between had smashed together in such a way that the frame of the Ford had cradled him, creating a space where he survived without damage, though he was trapped now within it, as if the car had consciously protected him and mean
