Trust Your Intuition When Low On Time

The engine roared so loudly inside the car that they had to raise their voices just to hear one another.

Driver. Why are these guys chasing us? It seems like there are 4 or 5 guys in the car behind us waving their weapons outside the window.

Passenger. I don't know, but we need to drive faster. We need to figure out a way to lose them.

Immediately after the comment, the driver looked at the dash and realized the fuel light was on.

Driver. I have to admit it, guys —- they're probably chasing after us because we took something from him. 

Backseat Passenger. Why is it always you? It doesn't make any sense. Why would you do such a thing? Honestly, we already have a lot.

Passenger. Trouble just follows you around for no reason, but I guess that's not the point right now. We need to figure out how to get to safety so that we can get out of this mess. Hey, go over there near the construction site.

As the car rammed into the signs that said the road was closed, one of the guys in the car saw a bigger problem up ahead while driving up a ramp.

Driver. No, the ramp is about to end! (Agitated.)

Passenger. What are we going to do now? Clearly, we're still driving up that road, which is for sure death. We need to stop!

The driver started shifting up the gears to go faster as he was approaching the end of the road. 

Passenger. What are you doing? There is no way out of this!

Driver. Well, if we stop now, we're finished anyway. I think I see another ramp in the horizon. It’s just going to be a short jump. I survived worse than this.

The passenger and the backseat passenger look behind them to realize the guys from before are still chasing them. All they could see was vengeance in their eyes, and the fear set in realizing if they stop now then something far worse was ahead. 

The driver aggressively grabbed the passenger’s coat jacket which led to a tense, shocked expression on his face as he looked at the driver directly. 

Driver. Sit back and live a little! (With a Smile.)

Passenger. Is this what you call living? 

Backseat Passenger. I can't watch. 

Passenger. I wanted to be something when I grew up. I wanted to become a doctor or a lawyer, or at least have the option to do whatever I want. 

Backseat Driver. Why does it have to end this way? 

Driver. Shut up, both of you. Nothing is ending, we're going to survive this situation no matter what!

Before they knew it, the car was going past 90 mph, 100 mph, 120 mph, —- and then the road ended. The car was in the air with the future of landing somewhere, anywhere, so that they can get away from the guys I was chasing them. There is a better chance of them living another day this way.