Chapter 15: Cleithrophobia

All of the panicking and yelling from the realization of the fact that the owner of the unknown number was that of a captor had immediately been cut shorty when I heard a gunshot closely; in fact I did see the bullet pass through and I was quick enough to catch the view with a side glance as it pierced into the fabric of my Driver's shirt. He let out a sharp yell that did not last for a minute as his last breath escaped his nostrils, causing his head to lie limply on the steering wheel, the truth now registering that he was dead.