Someway, somehow, they managed to get into their car. Ben trembled with shaky hands as he tried to get the car started.
"Get the damn car started, Ben!!" Fred howled with a flushed gaze as he kept lurking out of the window. Fear written over his face. His veins throbbed in his neck. "What are you doing?–Get moving, now!!"
He shouted which irritated Ben.
"Gosh, Fred– Can't you see I'm trying to get this thing started? " He yelled which made him drop the key in the process. He instinctively let out an exasperated sigh with a clenched fist as he glared back at him.
"Damn it, Fred! – You got a problem with me?" He yelled. Patrick whose gaze was all along, fixed on Mya who approached with fury; shouted.
"Cut this crab and get us out of here–now!!".
Ben instinctively came to his sense, their present situation dawned back on him. He briskly hunched forward, reaching for the keys which made a rattling noise.