A deafening silence crashed over the lonely highway. The bandits around were staring at Zoey who lay on the floor, one hand pressing onto her stomach, gasping for breath.
“What the hell,” the tall one who led the team muttered, eyes dilated as he turned back at the one who had fired the gun. “What the hell!” he barked.
The others stood frozen. The one who’d shot at her pulled his gun back, trembling and taking slow steps away as if to flee the scene, but before he could make a move, the tall one stormed at him.
“Hey!” the tall man barked. He caught the other by the collar of his shirt yanking him closer. “What the hell did you just do? Huh! What the hell did you just do?”
His breath fogged the other man’s face and he squeezed so tightly.
The others rushed as soon as they noticed the
