Newt rolled his window up. Before I could do anything else, I hear a gasp in the back. Then, a small, 'please.' I turn around to see a deranged looking woman with blonde hair and rotted teeth.
                          
"Please," she started yanking the handle, "Help me. Please."
                          
A bang on the other side, another gasp, then, in a low growl, 'Please, let me in.'
                          
"Okay. Jess, we gotta go," Thomas says.
                          
A head sprawled against my window.
                          
"You need to go right now!"
                          
"Just floor it, Jess!"
                          
"Hold on!" I screamed.
                          
With that, I floored it; not even a second after, the Crank previously in front of us jumped on the windshield. Its arm reached back and rammed into the glass, sending cracks across. I wavered the vehicle around others, trying to focus on the main goal. 
                          
"Come on, Jessie, shake him!"
                          
"I'm trying!"
                          
The crank went flying to my side when I turned a certain way when I turned the other way, it went to Newt. 
                          
"Hang on!" I growled.
                          
I got as close to the left as I could and successfully rammed the Crank into a pole. Suddenly, Thomas's light reflected in the review and blinded me. Groaning, I look away.
                          
"Jessica, look out!" 
                          
Just as I turn back, I see a board sticking up out of the ground, and before I knew it, it was too late. We were already flying through the air and turning upside-down. We landed with a jolt. My head snapped back, I hit the roof, my glasses flew off my face, and when the chaos was finally over, my whole body ached and I coughed up dust.
                          
"Everyone okay?" Thomas asked.
                          
I groaned in response.
                          
"My hand," Fry groaned.
                          
"Fry, cover your eyes," Thomas said.
                          
I started kicking my door, desperately trying to get it open. Yanking on the door stopped me.
                          
"Jess, go around!" Thomas said.
                          
I sighed and watched as Newt fell out the other side. A screech made me freeze in my track. I was in the middle of crawling past the console. 
                          
"Jess, Fry, I think we gotta go!"
                          
"Hang on!" Fry says, reaching into the opening. 
                          
I duck under his arm and waited as he fiddled around the junk.
                          
"Fry, let's go!" I grunt.
                          
He jerked back, pulling a long object with him. When he was out of the opening, I heard a gun cock, then a shot. I look around the truck for a second, searching for my glasses. When I find them, the lens has a shattered top right corner. When I'm done, I poke my head through the door and pan over to the dead Crank on the ground. Newt reached down to help me up.
                          
"Nice shot, Fry,"
                          
"Thanks,"
                          
Growling and screeching erupted throughout the tunnel. I looked up to see a hoard of Cranks running our way.
                          
"Okay. We gotta go!"
                          
I beckoned the boys to follow me in running away, however, Fry didn't listen. He stood his ground and kept shooting at the Cranks.
                          
"Fry, come on, let's go!" I scream.
                          
We ran like our lives depended on it because they did. 
                          
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
                          
In front of us, another herd of Cranks headed our way.
                          
"Fry, you got any left?"
                          
"Yeah,"
                          
"Okay, this way!"
                          
Fry started to shoot to the herd in front of us.
                          
"Other way!"
                          
He shot to the herd behind us. The gun clicked again.
                          
"I'm out!" Fry yelled.
                          
Now, there was no escaping. We were surrounded.
                          
"Shit!"
                          
I looked around for an exit, but nothing showed. Suddenly, a revving sound filled my ears and drew my attention to it. I looked to the left to see headlights headed our way. The truck stopped in front of us and to my surprise, Brenda popped up with a gun and started shooting the Cranks. Following her command, the lot of us got in the truck; as soon as we did, Jorge sped off.