The gate didn't open.
I slammed my foot onto the gas pedal. The big black car charged forward like a monster. The metal bars of the back exit didn't move fast enough.
We hit them hard.
A loud, metal screech echoed through the car. The bumper tore the gate right off the hinges. My head jerked forward, almost hitting the steering wheel, but the seatbelt snapped me back into the seat.
The car burst out into the dark woods.
The road was barely a road at all. It was just a narrow strip of dirt and mud. Massive, creepy trees blocked out the sky. The headlights cut through the dark fog, showing thick tree branches scraping against the sides of the car. Screeech. Screeech. It sounded like fingernails dragging across the black paint.
My hands were gripping the steering wheel so tight my finge
