336: STIRRING FROM SLUMBER

LUKE'S POV As I raced down the winding road, I strained to monitor the pursuing cars in the rearview mirror. But my focus began to waver, the constant stress and tension taking their toll on my weary mind. Suddenly, I realized, with a sinking feeling, that I had lost track of the cars chasing us. At that moment, I had to scan the road behind me, but there was no sign of them. It was like they had disappeared into thin air. For a moment, relief washed over me, but it was short-lived. But turning my attention back to the road ahead, my heart plummeted as I realized something was terribly wrong. The brakes of the car were no longer responding. And that was definitely not good. Frantically, I pumped the brake pedal, but there was no resistance, no slowing of the vehicle. It was like the brakes had completely failed. Panic set in as I struggled to maintain control of the speeding car, my hands gripping the steering wheel with a white-knuckled grip. It was like this was going to be th