Prologue

A short description of what happens after the heist. A book I'm working on

"We did it, we are rich!". As he looked at me with a faint smile, which quickly turned into a horrified one. I turned to see what didn't look right. I saw bright lights from the opposite side. The metals of the car groaned like the final cry of some wounded beast. I screamed but stopped when my body began feeling numb. There was silence for some time. I could smell smoke, and an oily taste hung in the air. I managed to push the airbag aside, fiddled with the belt until I was freed and crawled out the back. The fumes from the car burnt my throat and made my eyes water. My left arm was numb and remained bent at a strange angle. My arm was broken, surely. I had no idea what else could have been damaged. Bheki, I thought, how was he? As I was drifting into a world of many thoughts and as the wind hauled a soft lullaby, I managed to look up to see a man running towards me with a phone in his hand. I saw soft spots of flashes, and there was nothing but darkness.