She got into the passenger’s side and buckled her seat belt.
Felix snorted. “Do you really think obeying the seat belt law is going to matter now?”
“I don’t know what else to do,” she said with frustration.
“See if the keys are in the glove compartment.”
She opened the box and began pulling things out. “Nothing! What do we do?”
Suddenly, the back doors opened, and two teenagers jumped inside. “Go, man! Get us out of here!”
Felix glared at the guys. “I don’t have keys!”
The tall, skinny one leaned over the seat, reached under the steering wheel, and bashed the lower dashboard, breaking off a piece. Faith jumped when he suddenly pulled a pocketknife from his back pocket and switched the blade out. He cut some wires and touched them together. The engine rolled to life.
Felix turned to the skinny guy. “Name’s Felix. That’s my sister Faith.”
“I’m Rooster and that’s Nox. Where are we going?”
“There’s a rarely used subway station. We might find shelter there.”
“Sounds like a plan. Let’s go, boss.”
That was the end of one life and the start of a new one. The world changed forever.
