My heart was pounding furiously in my breast, as if it were trying to break loose from my body with its wild, frantic beats.
Every beat pounded through my chest with a ferocity that left me gasping for air, my head reeling, my mind empty of everything except the rhythmic pounding that echoed through my ears.
All of it happened too quickly.
Extremely suddenly.
So suddenly that my mind could hardly comprehend it.
One minute we were moving—tearing down the road with engines roaring, tires screeching on the destroyed asphalt.
The next minute, the universe twisted with a frenzy of violence, as if space itself were being folded in upon itself by an invisible hand that was shaking reality.
I hardly managed to open my eyes as I sensed that we had finally stopped moving.
My body was still reeling, left hanging in a sort of residual feel of movement that would not dissipate.
