1 Wrong place wrong time...[EDITED]

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Dan's POV
"Thats the fifth bloody box this week!"

A guilty Phil stares embarrassed at his feet, as i pay the checkout worker and leave the shop, with yet another fucking box of my cereal.
Just as we left the tube station, and we turned the corner onto a busy main road, tire screeches echo from the left.
Commotion ensues, hundreds of people running towards us, each as panicked and terrified as the last, nocking Phil away from me.

"W what Oh SHIT, PH-PHIL"
Spotting his silhouette above the charging crowd i force me way forward towards him, desperate to keep with him.
Suddenly, as the defining screaming and revving of engines approches, the crowd parts just as i spot Phil.
A black SUV has mounted the corner mowing down everyone in sight, the headlights bore into me soul as i beg my body to sprint out of its path. Frozen, screaming faded into a background lulling noise i stand, eyes wide, horror encasing my expression. I see Phil, with me now, rush to pull me away, his face dripping with a terror that will stick with me till the day i die. His eyes deranged, exploding with what i can only recognise as utter helplessness as he understands he wont reach me intime.
The muted sound of screaming rushes into my head, the black plastic hurtling towards me. Pause button played, i barely have time to desperately squeeze my eyes shut...

I heard it before i felt it. A echoing crunch of plastic and bone, amongst the muffled screeching of passers-by. Then, the white hot agony, pulsing down my torso, and smashed legs, mangled spine. My brain numb.
My body hung placid between the bloodied bonnet, and crush garden gate where the rampage has finally ceased. My head fogged as my consciousness slipped away with the hot red liquid pouring down my temples and face. Distant wail of sirens and screaming, fading as i slipped away...

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