I shot a glance at the rearview mirror. My mouth went dry
when I saw the headlights. They were closer. I pressed the accelerator down as
far as I dared; I was still too far outside the city for streetlights, or even
straight roads.
I wrenched the wheel back and forth, trying to stay on
the pavement. As I swerved, I felt the wheels lose traction as they ran over
the muddy ground on either side of the narrow road. I didn’t dare look back,
but bright lights reflecting off my rearview mirror told me they were still
following me.
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