Still Hillary’s POV

They had nearly caught me before I got to the estate. They came so close to my car, scaring the shit out of me when they rolled down the glass window of their car, pointing a gun at me. I ducked on time before they pulled the trigger, but I could still hear the sound of the bullet swooshing past me, going out the other window. I stepped on the gas pedal once more, going at a ridiculously dangerous speed limit, trying so hard to get out of their gunfire. I was so glad when I saw the gate a few feet away. They couldn’t enter this...