"Damn it, Samuel, you—ah, hell..." Joe groaned as his head slammed into the seat, making him howl in pain.

The car screeched to a violent stop, smoke billowing out from under the hood. But the most terrifying thing wasn’t the damage to the car—it was the crumpled driver’s side, where Samuel sat, his face growing visibly pale.

He glanced down at his arm, trapped awkwardly between the door and the steering wheel. Blood trickled from a small cut on his temple, ...