KEITH
“Keith?”
“Dawson knock him out.”
This is what I like about Dawson. He may lack in some aspect but he obeys orders without hesitation. With a quick slice in the neck, he knocks the consciousness out of the driver and caught his head before it knocks against the dashboard.
“You take over the wheels,” I said firmly. Dawson transfer to the passenger seat while I set the girl aside and drag the driver’s body to my left. He wiggled to the driver's seat and settled himself. I fumbled for the seatbelt but turns out it's purposely cut. So when I pulled it out, the edge buried in the seat come off broken.
There's a trace of rust in its end. Did the driver do this? Why?
When the traffic lights turn green Dawson step into the accelerator and hits the road.