Completely tired, I reached the end of the park, which was simply fenced off with a metal fence. The rest of it was even a dense forest without city lamps. Wild vegetation could provide shelter from recently met thugs.

I walked over the fence to the other side and didn't wait for them, so I was already walking ahead.

I wanted to use the remaining strength for something completely different.

I looked for the closest trees, but these didn't look comfortable to climb. Most of them had branches too thin or too high.

The ever-closer screams of the cars forced me to make a quick decision. The floodlights slowly flooded into the gloomy interior of the silent forest.

I immediately ran to what was probably an ancient plant, whose branches almost resembled steps to the top crowns. I threw away the stone so far heavy in my pocket and quickly climbed up. I did it quickly, but carefully treading on wet branches.

Perched safely at the very top of a huge tree, I waited for strangers.

Frozen, I watched the approaching lights, the holders of which had already arrived at the fence. One of the black cars sped several meters in front of the obstacle to knock it to the ground. The rest of the company drove into the forest, each in a different direction.

They stopped for a moment seeing only the forest flora.

- The little girl at the base is not enough for you?

"I need an adult," the scientist whispered, "children may react differently to some studies."

- They already have a man? Child? - I thought, leaning a bit more - maybe ...

I began to think about this terrifying point, hoping their prisoner was still alive.

The Jeep parked directly underneath me, but was unaware of my presence. Clearly thoughtful, he looked ahead, looking for an escapee. I had to get up on my knees for a moment to make it easier to get the phone out of my pocket. With my other hand, I covered the screen as best I could. After that, I turned on the camera pointing it at the scientist to have proof. I'd like to go to the police afterwards. I could do something about the rebel cars that had to escape from the laboratory ... Now they are looking for people for research facilities themselves. A bit ironic, but quite disturbing.

"Girl, if you cooperate," the white car raised his voice, "I promise you will have a bearable life without violence."

- Or we will ride it right away - a pickup truck laughed in the distance - a fragile creature.

- The girl has to be caught alive, my friend - reminded Jeep - I know what tests I will perform on her.

- Mr. Diesel, she had to run further - another GMC drove up - let's not waste time because we will be in trouble.

"No ... She's sitting here," Diesel muttered. "She looked tired, so look good."

Unexpectedly, light broke between the leaves, revealing my hiding place.

- Damn they noticed me - I turned the camera over to my face - sister you were a mean bastard, but I love you.

The silence was broken by the roar of the weapon one of the evil scientist's assistants must have used.

Ache. Sudden pain felt piercing as hell.

Stunned by the fear and ghastly feeling on my calf, I lost my balance on the tree.

How long I flew with my back to the ground, a little slowed down by the branches I was breaking.

Lying on the grass, I only managed to put the phone in my sweatshirt pocket. Finally, I turned my head to the side before complete darkness appeared.

I was sitting in the family lounge in front of the fireplace. Smiling, I looked at the two adult people. I don't know where from, but I was aware of their non-existence. I hugged my father, and then my mother, longing for their warmth. I wanted so much to meet my parents again. That's what I had in mind, but they just looked at me with sudden sadness.

They stared at my leg, which was in excruciating pain.

I put my hand to the right place on the body to see the blood in a moment.

The violent swaying of the surroundings forced me to return to reality. I opened my eyes to the starry sky. Then for a minute I watched the place where I was lying. After regaining partial consciousness, I associated it with the package of a pickup truck. It would need a door that opens and closes with such hooks.

I opened my eyes wider knowing what situation I was in.

My escape ended in a fiasco and the bandits had to take me somewhere. But should I let them finish the tour? My condition after shooting my leg was quite a serious obstacle. I wouldn't have been able to get very far, but ... The prospect of captivity in living cars seemed hopeless to me.

I will die as a free man with dignity.

The pickup hit the tarmac, so the rocking stopped. The hijacker sped up a bit and I flew at the end of the crate, hitting my head on the door.

I spotted the previously mentioned hooks on both ends. However, I will have to take them out at about the same time to open the door quickly.

A huge truck towing a trailer drove past the GMC. The red varnish acted on me like a cloth for a bull. I had to act quickly when the driver of a huge truck could help me.

I covered my face with one hand, and then ...

I collapsed on my side, rubbing on the hard, rough asphalt. I couldn't get up, overcome by the pain, and my torturers had to brake immediately.

- We can't lose her morons! Diesel growled.

Three fairly large cars drove slowly towards me with visible anger. Would they like to beat me?

- Help ! - I screamed at the whole desert - they want to rape me! Hi!

- Can't I kill her boss? his partner growled, "this bitch pisses me off."

Dulled by the excess of physical suffering, I lay waiting for the end of my miserable life.

"You can only teach her a lesson in obedience," Jeep allowed another violence.

A black car with a wide smile but narrowed eyes was slowly approaching.

I had the feeling that he was doing it on purpose.

- Kill me faster! I shouted, crying.

At least I wanted to save Maya so that she would have a better future than me.

The tears that had accumulated in my eyes made my visibility worse, though I didn't wipe them away. I no longer wanted to see a murderer who could end my suffering.

Suddenly a huge red mass hit the side of the GMC with force. They both moved several meters away, but the unexpected savior quickly returned.

- Leave her alone! the foreign truck shouted, get out of here!

Diesel, seeing unexpected support, decided ... He just escaped avoiding a collision with an opponent larger than himself. On the other hand, the second scientist's employee was also pushed, but off the road a few meters away.

I tried to sit up, but too much of a movement made me feel dizzy. The environment swayed slowly, dazzling my sense of balance and sight.

- Are you still alive? I heard a worried voice.

"I don't know, but I have a guardian angel," I whispered.

The brief exchange of views was interrupted by the howling of the police siren and the red light approaching the site of a small "battle".

The Tir rode even closer to me.

- Who were those ...? asked a question from him.

I slowly closed my eyes, ignoring the next statements of the janitor I had.

"You can't die," the voice barely reached my mind, "fight."

- So you are like them - I thought seeing a newly met vehicle, but with a good "heart".

That's why I understood that I didn't have to be afraid of him.

- Where are the attackers? ! shouted a man in an old Mercury squad car from the 1960s.

He stopped in front of me just to see the injured person. How good that I can tell the police soon.

- Unfortunately they escaped - the truck replied sadly.

I closed my eyes again, wanting to fall asleep to get some relief from the pain. The wound on the calf was teasing, and after hitting the asphalt, I had the impression that I had bruised my ribs.

"We have to take her to the clinic," said the policeman.

I lifted my eyelid for a moment to see the man. I haven't seen the man get out of the police car. Where the hell are the people ?!

Nevertheless, the rear doors of the car were opened, but the expected man still did not come out.

- I'm afraid to pick her up - admitted the uncertain truck - she is badly injured. I won't hurt her?

"She certainly can't lie here without a doctor's care," said the police car, "you must help me.

He very carefully started to lift me towards the dark cabin of the car. I appreciated his efforts, but I had no control over the flow of pain. I screamed as I felt pressure on my ribs.

Soon I was lying in the back seat, so the law enforcement officer could easily move to the clinic.

I closed my eyes again, knowing that I was no longer in danger. I was able to rest for a moment, and at the same time I stopped feeling pain.