You stick the car in reverse, pulling away from the guardrail, then make hasty egress from the scene. There is a repetative thump and a sharp pull that tells you one tire is at least flat, and it's hard to see where you're going. You don't make it far. You collide with something shortly after pulling away and crane your head out to see what stopped you. The car you hit is familiar, of course; it's one of theirs. Before you can react or leave, there's a man at your window with a large handgun. Before you can make a sound, the gun does, ending your story.