My Narrative

Dashing under the bridge was my best option at this point. What was happening was a torrential downpour! I arrived under the bridge near the train station with my soggy boots and drenched coat. Suddenly a truck tipped over the bridge. I ran across to the where the truck had landed and realized that oil was pouring out of the back and the vehicle and the engine was still running. I grabbed a rock and threw it against the window to try and unlock the door. I felt a heat coming from the back of the truck it was a ......