Run. Run. Run.

Your decision pulses in the back of your mind, a steady cadence reminding you that though you're choosing to cooperate with him now, you're going to be safe. You're going to get through this.

It's not until you're out of the car, standing in front of Wes, with that gun leveled at your chest, that you realize you left your cell phone in the cup holder.

"Go to the truck," Wes says, nice and easy.

You're running every scenario you can think of through your mind, but there is no scenario that includes getting your phone back. You know that if you move toward the car, he may shoot you, and it's going to be hard enough to run.

With Wes following close behind you, you walk over to his black pick-up truck. He opens the door and gestures with the gun, indicating that you should climb up inside.

You do, not seeing any other option for the moment. You wonder where he plans to take you, and you stay alert for your opportunity.

Once you're securely inside the truck, Wes slams the door closed and then, the gun still trained on you, he backs a few paces away. Then he heads around the front of the pick-up truck. You place your hand on the door handle, watching the single black eye of the gun.

You wait until he's next to the front driver's side headlight before you pop the handle, swing the door open, and spill out.

A gunshot splits the silent woods. There's a dull chink! and it isn't until you're already crashing into the tree line that you realize it may have been the bullet lodging itself in the angled windshield.

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