The car jolts as the sound shoots through the air. The squeal of the brakes cuts through my body uncomfortably as the three of us start whipping our heads round, trying to spot what the sound is, and where it has come from.
“Hey, guys what do you–” My question is interrupted by the sound of a second, third and fourth bang, the car jolting again. I swallow as I realise what is happening.
Gunshots.
“Nora get DOWN!” Marcus yells at me, and I instinctively move at his order, curling myself into the foot space, while Harlan starts speeding down the road. “How long?”
“5 minutes to the freeway, another 15 until we’re there!” Harlan shouts back, doing his best to swerve in and out of traffic, the gunshots echoing in the streets around us, alongside the screams of the pedestrians. None hit our
