Chapter 9: Luna and the Unexpected Benefits of Carrying a Weapon
A violent crash jolted Luna's entire body. The awful screech of twisting metal merged with the piercing shriek of tires skidding against asphalt
The kind of silence that made her feel like the world had stopped breathing.
A sharp pain stabbed through her chest, and the air was thick with the suffocating smell of something burning.
Slowly, with her head spinning and her vision swimming in and out of focus, Luna forced her eyes open.
She coughed, choking on air filled with smoke and the metallic scent of blood.
The driver... he wasn't moving. His blood stained the seat beneath him, vivid and horrifying. A wave of paralyzing panic swept over her.
She couldn't tell if he was breathing. She didn't want to check. She couldn't handle the answer.
What should she do? She didn't know. Her mind was completely blank, frozen in shock and fear.
Her trembling hand reached for the door handle. Her fingers felt numb, weak. After several tries, the car door finally creaked open with a painful groan.
Luna stepped out slowly. Her legs felt like jelly as they touched the shattered asphalt covered in broken glass.
Every breath felt like inhaling fire. Her ribs protested with every movement.