Rosetta groaned when the car finally stopped moving, but it was upside down. So was she. She noticed Sergei in the front passenger seat groan and move, while the driver was unconscious with a busted head. Blood trickled down the side of his temple and face while he was in an awkward position. He was half lying and half sitting, whereas Sergei tried to crawl out of the now blazing vehicle through the broken window.
Rosetta winced when she felt the cut in the side of her head. When she touched it, sticky and warm red fluid richly stained her palm. “Sergei!” she called out to him weakly.
The smell of burning metal and dripping gas reached to her nostrils. She freed herself from the seatbelt and fell in a thud on the car’s ceiling. Thankful enough she could move although her body ached eve
