I punched the gas pedal and the vehicle lurched forward causing my attacker to face-plant onto the roof of the car. I jerked the wheel to the left and the front end of the Chevy barely missed colliding with the semi-truck that had jackknifed to a stop. I drove around the flaming trailer as my attacker pounded on the roof above me. He wailed like a wild animal denting the roof with his fists in an attempt to break thru. I accelerated across the bridge and through the hole the semi had made in the barricade. Suddenly, my attacker’s hand punctured the roof. I jerked to my left side and braced myself against the door. He swung his arm back and forth grasping at air, his hand raw down to the muscle and bone. Fortunately, we were just out of reach. Seconds later the arm retracted and there was a searching dark eye where the arm had been. I tried vainly to focus on the road ahead, but I couldn’t help look away when the man began peeling back the metal of the roof in a desperate attempt to make the hole bigger. I knew then what I had to do. I reached into the front pocket of the hoody and took hold of the gun my father had given me. I was about to pull it out when Abbey yelled.
