I Am Coming Too

Sonee drove recklessly, determined to run down the figure. But against absolute strength, recklessness was futile. The figure in front of Sonee's car easily leaped onto the hood. Despite Sonee flooring the gas pedal, the figure stood firm, as if embedded in the car, unaffected. Sonee's eyes widened as the figure raised a fist and punched through the windshield, grabbing Sonee from the driver's seat. With a powerful yank, the seatbelt tore, and Sonee was pulled out through the windshield with no...