Behind them, something huge cut through the air.
"Down!" Malcolm shouted.
The car hit the grass hard and rolled.
Someone screamed.
Iyisha dropped flat. Mud and weeds scraped her cheek. The car slammed past her, bounced once, then crushed down over one of the men near the front.
The sound was thick and final.
Metal folded around his body. His legs kicked once under the weight, then stopped.
The man beside him ran back.
"No, no, no."
He grabbed the edge of the car and pulled. It did not move.
Another man joined him. Then another. All three shoved at the frame, faces red, arms shaking. The car only rocked once before settling heavier into the mud.
The trapped man cried under it.
Small broken sounds came from beneath the metal. Wet. Terrified.
"Help me," he gasped. "Please. Please."
Iyisha stepped toward him.
Then she saw the blood spreading under the car.
Too much.
