Drive-By

I was chatting with someone in what looked like a long linear indoor market, all stalls on either side. I was talking with someone, and suddenly somebody was driving a car along the centre aisle and shooting at anything that moved.

It was a big black American car. Looked like a Ford Lincoln.

I began heading for the fire exit which was behind me, and dragged along the woman I was talking to, before the car reversed to come along and finish the job.

As I threw her through the exit door, I heard the car beginning to back up, and I knew that they had realised that I'd survived - and that could only mean they were going to be after me and the woman to silence the witnesses.

And that was it.