Dylan drove through the cold night, cutting corners to avoid being stopped or pulled over by the police. His heart was racing fast and he couldn't tell if it was because he was scared of getting caught with a bleeding passed out body lying in the back seat of the car or if it was simply because of the passed out body in the car. Up until he actually succeeded in knocking him out, he thought this was the best way to avoid the situation but now that he was done with that part, he didn't know what else to do. Where they were gonna keep him? What they were gonna do to him? What they need to do to him? A lot of bothering questions kept lingering in his head but all he could do was take comfort in the fact that they had the leading hand now.
He held the steering wheel with one hand and ran the
