At first, my brain hadn’t quite been jarred into being sensible, so instead, I just gawked like a dope and repeated.

“Run? How could I possibly run? You’re – “

“Listen to me!” she hissed, and then squinted in pain, her shapely face contorting into a grimace of agony. “You have to get out of here!”

“B-but…why?”

“No questions asked,” she said, blond hair falling into her eyes.

“What about you?”

This sounds like something out of 24…

“Are you deaf, girl?” she was very near to screeching. “You have to leave unless you want to die a slow and painful death!”

That did it.

But I didn’t run.

Instead, I bent over to get her out of the car. Okay, it wasn’t the best idea ever. I might have injured her, but other than a gash on her forehead, she seemed alright.

I’m not strong…at all.

Heck, I was called ‘Noodle Arm Holly’ for six consecutive years in gym!

Hoisting a bleeding woman twice my size to God knows where isn’t exactly on my daily agenda!

The rain was blinding.

Where to?