I try to gather my wits again.
My hands are shaking, and I don't know when that started.
I stare down at them blankly, seeing them and yet not really seeing them.
Questioning why they were shaking while my mind is still trapped during that stretch of the road.
My mind is still trying to figure out what just happened. To process what the hell we all just experienced.
What we almost-
I don't know what almost just happened.
Yet a part of me definitely knows exactly what almost just happened.
It's making my mind spiral and whirl faster and faster as it works to try to sort out what it just experienced.
To make sense of it all.
What had made my blood run cold just a moment ago? I never saw anything. I never heard anything. I never smelled anything.
None of my regular senses told me anything was wrong.
And yet every single part of my body had screamed at me that I was about to die.
Not even that.
