Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-32558333-20180322042400/@comment-34904368-20180322051954

Just curious, is this friend Billy?

Anyway.

I watched for a quarter of a second before a shockwave blasted me and a few other friends into the river behind us. I hit the water just as a wall of fire flashed across the surface, singing my eyebrows. I muffled a gasp.

The fire averted, as a friend (lets go with... Eddie. Why not Eddie.) and I breached the water. I looked around to see a majority of the forest on fire, and one guy screaming and beating some flames with a stick. I put my hands over my face.

We had one job.

The blasting cap was probably a few miles away by now, the liscence plate had buried itself in the ground where I was, and the steering wheel was floating away.

And the hood was lying, charred and dented, with a huge dent. The radiator had somehow survived, but was lying in a huge crater in the middle of some fallen trees.

The flames continued to roar as I began to dial furiously on my phone, only to realise with growinh dread my phone was waterlogged. Only Eddie had a phone, which he called 911 and soon ran out of credit.

I had a bright idea. I dragged so e logs around in a circle, with some help lit a fire, and we sat in the middle of a ring of fire, to avert any attention.

Damn, my Hyundai.