ANDREA
Samuel continues to try his best to shake off the pursuing cars, but it's a daunting task. His hands grip the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white with tension as he swerves and weaves through the abandoned streets. I can see the determination etched on his face and the unwavering focus in his eyes as he pushes the car to its limits.
My heart pounds in my chest, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I watch the unfolding chaos. The sound of gunfire and screeching tires fills the air, a cacophony of violence and desperation. I can't help but wonder how we ended up in this nightmare, how a simple trip to the airport turned into a life-or-death struggle.
Suddenly, my eyes widen in horror as I spot a stationary car ahead, unmoving in our path like a silent sentinel. Time seems to
