Survive The Fall | Book 4 | Total Collapse

to the other BMW swung open. Leatherface stepped out, gun in hand, and looked her way. The mob boss’s enforcer refused to let her get away.
Sarah tried the ignition again. Her foot pumped the gas in haste as she turned the key. The engine groaned and started, but then died. She tried again, watching Leatherface through the damaged windshield.
The crowd of people fled for cover.
Leatherface trained his pistol at the cruiser, then looked to the street where Spencer lay.
The engine caught and fired up. Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. She pumped the gas two more times, shifted into drive, then pulled away from the car she was backed into.
Leatherface opened fire on the cruiser. Each round hammered the grill and hood.
Sarah flinched, hit the brakes, then shifted into reverse. She spun the steering wheel and punched the gas. The tires spun and squealed. She pulled away from the mob enforcer, heading in the opposite direction down the road.
Spencer’s body lay still–prone on his stomach. His arms stretched out over the pavement. Not a hint of life lingered in his body.
Leatherface sprinted back to the idling BMW as two cops rushed the sedan, firing at him. Leatherface ducked and returned fire–clipping one of the officers in his right shoulder and sending him to the pavement. The officer’s partner stopped, provided cover fire, and checked on the fallen officer.
The cruiser drifted close to the row of parked cars near the curb. Sarah jerked the steering wheel. The front end swerved inward and slammed into one the vehicles. The bumper scrapped down the passenger side. Sarah pulled away and drove past another alleyway.
Leatherface spun the BMW around, facing her. It took off down the street, driving past Spencer and bearing down on her.
Sarah yanked the gearshift into drive and hit the gas. She pulled into the alley with Leatherface hot on her heels. She studied the corridor ahead, then glanced to the rearview mirror.
The BMW surged forward, gaining fast. The impact of Spencer hitting the windshield had damaged the glass near the driver’s seat. The sedan closed in and rammed the back end of the cruiser.
“Christ,” Sarah said, her head slamming against the padded headrest.
The cruiser swerved from side to side. Sarah worked the steering wheel, fighting to regain control. She missed the back bumper of a parked truck by mere inches.
Leatherface rammed the squad car again. Metal crunched. The back of her skull punched the headrest. The cruiser veered toward the buildings and grinded against the surface. Sparks flew upward.
Sarah jerked the wheel, sending the squad car away from the wall. The end of the alley had a large, dense wooden police barricade blocking her path. She kept her foot mashed to the floor, unwilling to stop.
The front end of the cruiser plowed through the blue tinted barricade at top speed. The impact rang loud in her ears. Wood splintered. Some of the busted pieces vanished under the car while a portion flew over the roof.
Leatherface stayed hot on Sarah, trailing her out of the alley and onto the street. He rammed the rear quarter panel on the passenger side of the cruiser, trying to swing the back end around.
Sarah worked the steering wheel, and kept the gas pedal mashed. The back end drifted some, but she didn’t lose control.
A red SUV flew by going in the opposite direction, missing the front end of the cruiser that had crossed the yellow line. Sarah straightened out the vehicle and pushed it down the street with the BMW on her tail.
The city had grown more dangerous. There were no safe places left for her to go. She needed to get away and lie low. She knew of only one such place that could provide refuge.
Sarah ran through the approaching intersection at top speed, keeping her foot on the gas. The cruiser made a wide arch around a car puttering along. She checked the rearview mirror, then the side, locating the BMW turning down the same street.
Brake lights from ahead of her flashed from the 4 X 4 black Dodge Ram that backed into the street. Sarah slowed the cruiser. Leatherface drew closer to her.
The front end of the truck stuck out into the street.
Leatherface surged forward, gaining on her.
Sarah jerked the wheel, sending the battered and beaten cruiser into the other lane.
The truck pulled out a bit farther, then stopped.
Leatherface plowed into the side of the 4 X 4. The front end of the BMW crumpled. The hood bent and the grill smashed to pieces. Chunks of busted headlights and other parts spread across the street.
The BMW came to a rolling stop. Smoke vented from the engine.
Sarah corrected her course and continued down the street, leaving Leatherface and the rest of the madness behind her.

CHAPTER FOUR
 
 
RUSSELL
The cab had fallen silent. Only the hum of the tires rolling over the road and the crackling of the radio remained.
Clyde worked the dial of the radio, twisting the black knob in hopes of finding a functional radio station or emergency broadcast signal. White noise hissed. Clyde sighed, then switched it off.
“I’d hoped we’d be able to pick up something since we’re getting closer to the city,” he said, a bit deflated. “I’d like to know what we’re walking into before arriving in Philly.”
Russell browsed through the pictures on his phone and the text messages that his estranged wife, Sarah, and he had exchanged. The flood of good and bad memories stole his attention, leaving Clyde’s statement to fall on deaf ears.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Clyde asked, staring at Russell, then down at the phone. “You look like a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders.”
“Just passing the time is all.” Russell swiped his thumb across the cracked screen.
A picture of