The car started to slow, the familiar clang of a railroad crossing. I froze, my brain furiously processing. I could only fake it for so long, if they didn’t decide to shoot me again just to be sure. No idea where I was, but I’d probably not get another chance, except at highway speeds. Then the signal fell silent. This was it. I jumped out into the gravel road, just as they pulled forward. I lay flat until I the sound of their car disappeared, the pain in my knees distracting me somewhat from my pounding head. I pulled myself up, groaning, and starting walking back. Or at least, away from them.