Flashing blue lights in the distance told Cory that help was on the way. But he"d be engulfed by flames by the time anybody reached him. If he couldn"t get himself out, nobody else would manage it.
The shard of glass had cut his flesh with ease, yet he was getting nowhere as he used it to saw through the fabric of the seatbelt. The fire had surrounded the outside of the vehicle and the metal of the hood was making metallic clanging noises as it heated and expanded.
At last, he pierced a tear in the edge of the belt and, with his weight bearing down upon it, it became easier to make progress. As he cut, his weight tore it a little further, until he reached the final threads. He knew when he sliced through those, he"d go crashing head-first into the roof space. He had no choice. He was on
