Colin decided his best bet was the truck; it was probably faster than the Van and could probably take more of a beating as well.
He ran fast and started yanking at the door, opening it with two pulls and slamming it hard.
He looked around and saw that the keys were nowhere to be found. If anywhere, they were inside.
"Hello?" a voice called from inside.
"Fuck." Colin whispered to himself, his hands drooping near his pockets.
Then, he felt them: the wire cutters! The must have gotten hung up on his pocket!
"Mama? Daddy?" the womanly voice said.
"Better act fast." Colin said as he took the cutters and pulled apart the ignition, cutting into the wires.
"Where are they?" the voice asked.
"I dunno, we'd better... wait... is that blood?!" another voice said.
Colin continued cutting the ignition wires until they split and he could tap them together.
Screams indicated that the bodies had been found. Colin began tapping them together faster and faster until the spark linked and the truck started.
"The truck?" the second voice said.
"The bastard who did this, no doubt." the woman's voice growled.
Without hesitation, Colin put it in drive and drove off as fast as he could, reaching the entrance to a highway that lead back to his town, he was were seconds away. And then he got shot in the shoulder from the woman's high velocity sniper rifle, causing him to veer off the road and smash into a tree, snapping his neck on impact and setting the inside of the truck on fire.
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Game Over: Ooh, so close.