“It’s okay,” I said. “I just got cut when the glass shattered.” Suddenly, rifle shots echoed through the darkness. I froze, and a cold chill shot down my spine. “Somebody’s shooting at us!” Julie said, her voice wavering as she stated the obvious. “We’re being robbed or somethin’.” The words remained frozen in my throat, and I could only shake my head in shared disbelief. I reached for my phone and quickly called 911, but the call wouldn’t go through. “No signal!” I said. “Same here,” Julie said, trembling with fright. “Jesse!” I shouted through the broken window. I glanced around for him, but he was nowhere in sight. BOOM! More glass shattered like rock candy, spraying us with shards as the windshield was shot out. “We’ve gotta get outta here!” I said. “Some crazy person is shooting at us, and I’ve kinda got the feeling he’s not gonna stop until we’re dead.” “No!” Julie said. “I’m not leaving. If we step out of this truck, it’ll be like target practice for our trigger-happy stalker!”
