(that's ok! stuff like that happens to me all the time!)
They rode on in safety untill about 3 AM the next morning. Sora had turned into a cat and fell asleep on Marcas's lap. Audrey slept curled up next to Andrew, her head resting against his shoulder. Rusty, for some reason, fell asleep on the floor of the car, pretty much under everyone else's feet. Nick had taken off his jacket to put it over himself as a blanket. Phill, who was pretty much the only one still awake, was focused on the road, but it was obvious he wanted to sleep. It was at a stoplight that he noticed the ominous black van behind them. As soon as the light turned green, Phill sped off as fast as the speed limit would allow. He didn't need the police and the blck suits on his tail. The skylight of the black van opened and the brown-hailed kid came out with a pistol in the hand that wasn't in a cast and sling. He had a perfect shot and any number of their heads, but his hand moved slowly towards the wheele of the car. He shot the gun, and he bullet blew a good-sized hole in the black, rubbery tire. Soon enough, the car was spinning out of controll, and towars the un-fenced wilderness beside the dimly lit roads. The black van sped ofter them, shoving the boy out to finish his task. Phill did all he could to keep the car from crashing and eventually stopped it. The boy walked towards them, his pistol loaded and ready in his trembling hand.