David appeared in front of us, not seeming to be bothered at all by the smoke emanating from the wreck that the 4x4 had become. With no hope of escaping, we had to get into David and Lee Jieung-yong's vehicle, the only car in one piece.
The others were staring at me, and I tried to look ahead as I moved towards David.
The others followed me, one by one.
With the door of the 4x4 finally closed, Jieung-yong pressed the gas pedal and made us get out of the scene of disaster before the arrival of help, which was not long before the rescue team arrived.
Inside, nobody was talking to each other. Silence, like a bodily entity, closed our mouths to all of us and prevented us from looking into each other's eyes. For my part, I curled up on a seat.
Even then, my guilt was minimal compared to what Jieung-yong had done. God, I couldn't begin to imagine his torment. If, and only if he wanted to apologize, of course.