He looked in the mirror and saw them coming. He warned his friends. They prepared themselves as they sat still and looked back through the black tainted glass of the car. They thought of the many ghastly incidents that happened since they had taken the wrong road. They managed to escape but they knew what lied ahead. They were exhausted, they were bruised, they were beaten. Almost. Till he announced that they would put up a fight even if it meant it would be their last fight.
At first, their car was shot. Slowly, the glass cracked. One by one, each of them got shot. He was smart enough to pretend dead when the enemy came close, sniffing. They left.
As their voices and hoots started getting distant, he mustered the courage to peep over the driving wheel.
He saw a flag he didn’t recognize.