. i did . i immediately felt like i couldn't get sufficient air through my nose .
the paramedic tending the person on the road was preparing a blackboard and neckbrace . i couldn't tell what the other paramedic was doing in the back of the blazer . i assumed there was someone hurt inside the car .
the man said ," you get out , hit the horn , do anything , everybody dies . ebverybodu=y , g=ot it ?"
i nodded , you don't care .
he ripped offanother , longer piece of tape . he yanked my wrists over the GPS monitor and taped me to it ." shoukd hold you for a minute or two . be right back ."
he killed the engine but left the keys in place , prepared for a rapid getaway . when he got out of the car , he tugged at his shirt , reached into the front pocket of his jeans , and pulled out a hndful of bulets .he dropped the ammunition into his shit pocket . then he stuck the revolver into his pants at the small i=of his back and star6ed walking toward the acci9dent .
in mu=y head , i sprinted tjhrough all the heroic scenarios i could imagine . hit the horn . roll out of the car try to remove amy's ape . pull a david blaine and eescappe my own binding . try to drive the car with my hands and fr=eet bound , pull out the keys and toss them into the desert .
thew outcomes of all the fantasies were the same : bleeding bodies all around . mine , amy's . all the people at the accident scene .
he dopesn't care . i believed him . the binding , the gag , the circumstances feltparalyzing .i felt crtain i would die if i did nothing .
i decided to die doing something . but what ?
te man walked only a few yards in front of the camry before he stopped . he called out to the paramedics . i could hear him speak . but he was facing away from me and was speakinng into a dry , hot wind . i wasdn't sure what he said .
the p[aawmedic on the ground was facing me . the wind was at his back . he replied ," no. thank you . we have it covered ."
the paramedic tending the person on the road was preparing a blackboard and neckbrace . i couldn't tell what the other paramedic was doing in the back of the blazer . i assumed there was someone hurt inside the car .
the man said ," you get out , hit the horn , do anything , everybody dies . ebverybodu=y , g=ot it ?"
i nodded , you don't care .
he ripped offanother , longer piece of tape . he yanked my wrists over the GPS monitor and taped me to it ." shoukd hold you for a minute or two . be right back ."
he killed the engine but left the keys in place , prepared for a rapid getaway . when he got out of the car , he tugged at his shirt , reached into the front pocket of his jeans , and pulled out a hndful of bulets .he dropped the ammunition into his shit pocket . then he stuck the revolver into his pants at the small i=of his back and star6ed walking toward the acci9dent .
in mu=y head , i sprinted tjhrough all the heroic scenarios i could imagine . hit the horn . roll out of the car try to remove amy's ape . pull a david blaine and eescappe my own binding . try to drive the car with my hands and fr=eet bound , pull out the keys and toss them into the desert .
thew outcomes of all the fantasies were the same : bleeding bodies all around . mine , amy's . all the people at the accident scene .
he dopesn't care . i believed him . the binding , the gag , the circumstances feltparalyzing .i felt crtain i would die if i did nothing .
i decided to die doing something . but what ?
te man walked only a few yards in front of the camry before he stopped . he called out to the paramedics . i could hear him speak . but he was facing away from me and was speakinng into a dry , hot wind . i wasdn't sure what he said .
the p[aawmedic on the ground was facing me . the wind was at his back . he replied ," no. thank you . we have it covered ."
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