The smashed wreckage of a dark blue Nissan pickup caught his eye. The vehicle was securely planted in the front of what had once been a hardware store. “Hold up a second,” he called, “we may have something here.” Crunching over the broken glass, Sam climbed into the wreckage. The two police officers in the vehicle were well and truly dead, both slumped over the top of each other.
“What is it?” called Oriyanna. “We don't have much time, Samuel. Please, we need to get going!”
“Feel free to crack on,” he called back, “that is, if you fancy going into this thing unarmed. I know I certainly don't.” Using his right leg as a pivot, Sam gained as much purchase on the passenger door as he could muster and tried to pry it open. After a few good, hard tugs, the door finally gave and opened with the
