I sat, honking the horn, coughing a bit. I was bored. I hit that hood HARD, and if somebody didn't come to the rescue I'd have to take a nap before I'd stop gasping. I'd take a bandit if I had to. My prayers were answered and the passenger door opened. It was my least favorite option that had arrived. Somebody with a bloody knife. "STOP HONKING!" he hissed as he brushed some dust off of his ski mask and baseball cap which he was wearing over the mask. I did as told. After he had finished dusting himself off, he looked at me. "Now..." he said before grabbing my neck and shoving me into the door, my head slamming against the window. "Give me any food you've got on you!" he ordered. "I don't have any!" I panicked. "BULL!" he shouted before slamming my head into the window again. Both my hands were grabbing his arm, the one that held me against the window. The idiot didn't bother to get my hands restricted. I threw my left hand against the steering wheel, honking the horn again. It was going for a solid two seconds before he pressed my hand up against my neck to hold both at the same time. "NOW... FOOD!" he shouted. God has answered my calls, and a bullet whizzed through the window and struck him in the head, killing him instantly. Dust poured into the window fast, so I threw him off of me and scurried away as a few more bullets struck the car. "WE GOT HIM!" I heard behind me as I vanished into the storm.
TL;DR
My honking attracted a hungry bandit that got shot by another bandit that also heard the honking. I'm now running through the storm, looking for safety.