Lovers Lies || Thomas

31 - Angel of Death

TURNED out that Bertha was a truck that everyone agreed Sandra couldn't drive. She found it offensive, honestly. So, what if she had never driven before? She knew deep down that she could drive, but they still said no.

"I still think I should've driven," Sandra grumbled from the back seat between Thomas and Minho as they drove on a road into the mountains.

Jorge glanced back at Sandra before looking back to the road. "Have you ever driven a car before?"

She tsked, straightening her back. "No, but I started one by using the wires under the steering wheel."

His brows raised in the review mirror from where she could see him. "That still means you haven't driven a car, princesa," he said, slowing down the truck. "You can argue about this later. We're here."

Sandra clamped her mouth shut, deciding to listen and argue about it later. When the truck came to a complete stop and the engine turned off, Minho opened his door with the others. Sandra shuffled out behind him and then jogged to the back of the car, opening it to let out Frypan, Carlos, and Teresa.

"I hate sitting in the back," Frypan complained, dusting the dirt off his pants.

Sandra rolled her eyes with a smile and walked toward where the others had stopped, looking at the cars blocking their road to get through.

"Well, I guess we're on foot," Jorge said and his voice echoed around them, through the mountains.

Sandra double-checked her katana was still across her back as they walked through the cars covered in dust and dirt. Jorge and Carlos went through a car while Sandra stuck her head in through the window, looking for anything useful that she could take.

But then the windscreen above her head shattered and she screamed, pushing herself away from the car and landing hard on her ass.

"Get down!" Jorge shouted and more bullets flew toward them.

"Take cover!" Newt yelled, hooking his arm with Sandra's as Minho did the same and the pair dragged her behind a car.

"Why are they shooting at us?" Sandra exclaimed, stuck between the two of them as they pressed their backs against the car.

The gunshots stopped, but the three of them didn't move. "Hey, is everyone okay out there?" Thomas shouted from wherever he was.

"We're fine!" Teresa shouted.

"Sandy? Where are you?" Carlos shouted from beside Thomas with his father.

"Up here with Newt and Minho!" Sandra answered.

"Anyone know where those bloody shots came from?" Newt yelled from beside her, breathing heavily.

Another three gunshots went off in answer and Sandra covered her head with her arms, her ears starting to ring.

"Everybody!" Jorge's voice powered toward them. "Get set to sprint back to the truck! And hold your ears!"

"I call shotgun," Sandra said, turning around.

"Seriously? You're calling shotgun right now?" Newt deadpanned.

She opened her mouth to say something smart back, but a gun cocked, and her mouth closed, looking ahead of them to see two girls with snipers.

"Drop it," the brown-haired girl with dreads demanded, pointing her gun at Thomas, Carlos, and Jorge hiding behind a car. "Now! I said drop it!"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Sandra groaned, dropping her head back against the car.

"On your feet. Let's go," the girl ordered, and Thomas slowly rose to his feet with Jorge and Carlos. "Move!" They kept their guns up, herding them toward the others. "Back up!" Then she pointed her gun at Sandra, Minho, and Newt. "You three, over here now!"