You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The car Ricky was driving that was significantly better than their shabby Ford. They were slow and without a front windshield.

Joyce, gun in hand, peeked out the car window, “His gun has a short range and can't get to us for now. Can you drive a little faster?"

"Pedal to the bottom already." Karl kept breaking out in a cold sweat, his voice shaking. It was only a matter of time before Ricky caught up with them.

Joyce gave him a worried look.

Seemingly, his condition was more serious than just now.

“You hold on for a while, and when he catches up with us, I'll shoot his tires. However, your pistol doesn't have a long range either, and we need to get closer.” Joyce now focused entirely on the car behind them and Ricky was about to catch up with them at any moment.

“I'm going to take the off-ramp. The road ahead is curvy and has many turns. Ricky's vision will be affected to some extent and the speed of the car will be less of a problem. Sit tight. I'm going to make a sharp turn now."

hard. The car suddenly

firmly grasped the seat belt to stabilize her

Karl made the turn, a few bullets came flying from the rear, but fortunately they all fell short. Some of them grazed the body

was indeed quite good at driving. He was able to control

favor. We don't have an advantage

Joyce frowned gently.

they had limited ammunition, and Karl left in such an urgence and didn't carry enough supplies, while Ricky had come well prepared. Every shot she fired had to be able to reach

she had bandaged Karl earlier. Blood was seeping out again, quickly staining the lavender satin. It seemed that the bandage could not stop

much blood and his life would be in danger. He must rest flat on his back to stop the bleeding. Although only

to hold

were in tremendous danger right