The third point of view:
Those hands stretched to her were like the light at the end of the tunnel. Or so she thought because when her gaze fell on his face, she gasped. That man! She knew him; he was her guardian angel.
What was he doing here? The man was no other than the guy she had made brief contact with at the club that day - the day she had killed Fernandez. He was that kind stranger and she had a feeling he was related to her Patreon.
"Come on, we have to leave now! There's no time to waste if you want to live!" he hollered at her.
That was when the smell of something strong and pungent hit her nose. Oh shit! It was diesel.
Maggie didn't know where the strength came from - she guessed her will to survive was greater - and she gave him her hand without wasting time.
