Zara gave the driver an angry stare as she got up from the road. She quickly checked herself for any cuts or bruises but luckily there were none apart from some light scratches on her arm.
She dusted her hands and began collecting her stuff. She was relieved to see that thankfully all of it was packed well so nothing had touched the dirt ridden road.
She gingerly collected everything and put it back in her large bag. One or two people had stopped by wanting to help her but she had waved her hand, signalling to them that she was okay. They waited at the side of the road, waiting for some drama to unfold.
When she was nearly done, the driver stepped out of the car and closed the door with a soft thud. Zara's eyes saw expensive looking shoes stepping out of the car and craned her neck to see the face of the person who had nearly killed her.
