Kent blinks his eyes twice, hard, shaking his head and trying to clear it –
The world – f**k, it feels like the entire world just exploded –
He looks around at the mess of bent metal and glass around him, realizing that the prison transport van is on its side – that he’s laying slumped against the broken window, on the side of the van which does not have the door –
He groans, realizing that his head is aching, that there’s a wetness on his forehead. He reaches up to touch it, to assess the damage, but his wrists jerk when he tries to go too far – because, of course, he’s still chained up in here –
One of the prisoners in the seats behind him groans in pain, the other is silent –
Is he even alive?
Kent turns to look, but suddenly two gunshots ring out in the air and he goes still
