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My knees hit pavement. Gravel bites into my palms.

I stay there for half a second, then force myself up.

The world tilts.

I grab the side of the SUV.

Breathe.

My legs feel wrong.

Everything feels wrong.

I look around. Nothing but trees and the narrow road.

Absolutely fucking perfect.

I push away from the vehicle.

One step.

Then another.

My knees shake.

My ears are still ringing.

Blood runs down my palm from a cut somewhere. My shoulder screams every time I move my arm.

I don't care. I need to get out of here.

I look at the road.

Which way?

We were heading⁠—

I turn around, trying to remember.

The intersection.

He was slowing for an intersection.

I look past the wreck.

There.

Maybe fifty yards back.

A road sign.

I squint but can't read it.

Shit.

I start toward it, one foot in front of the other.

My stomach rolls.