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The horde came out of nowhere. One minute they had been sitting in some sort of peace and next the charger was being rocked.

"Fuck!" Evie hissed, as she held on.

If they were waiting for the hot shot on the roof, then they'd would just have to sit it out but she wasn't particularly hot on that idea.

"Do we have to wait?!" She questioned Dom. "I don't know about you but I'd rather live."

Just then a voice could be heard over the incessant growling.

"Is anyone injured in there?"

Evie puffed. "What kind of fucking question is that?! . . . We're fine." She called out belatedly, rather doubting the questioner of the foolish words could here her over the screeching.

Blood, guts and open mouths with sharp teeth pressed against the glass. Evie felt more pain for the paint work she knew was being clawed the shit out of.

"Your car man." She said to Dom so mournfully, it was almost humorous.