Droplets of water began to pelt the windshield of my cousins ancient nineteen-eighty Toyota Corolla, racing down the windows as a heap of fog rolled in. At best, even with low beam lights, you could see three, maybe four measly meters in front of the vehicle and with a fairly inexperienced driver at the wheel, it was jarring to be a passenger. We cruised along highway for another half hour, until I finally succumbed to the anxiety eagerly flowing through me when he very nearly swerved off the side of the road after narrowly colliding with an oncoming truck and I yelled out, 'Holy Shit! Pull the car over Devin.' 'But we're so close to the acreage,' my cousin said, still in a partial form of shock. 'Devin, pull the fucking car over!' I demanded with a desperate undertone and he conceded, slowly bringing the car to a stop on the shoulder of the highway, while my clenched hands withdrew some pressure and regained a bit of colour. 'I know that waiting this out sucks, but we're better off late than dead, you know?' I reasoned with him and he nodded in response. 

The radio, the piece of shit that it was, kept fizzling in and out. I caught a few words here and there, nothing of note, though there was this eerie whistling noise that played on repeat every 15-20 seconds. I asked Devin about it and he called me a schizoid, 'huh, odd.' Fiddling with my beard to pass the time certainly did not help my boredom go away, so I decided to take a little walk, grabbing my backpack and umbrella on the way out. 'Yoo-hoo, Devin,' I flicked his forehead, waking him up in the process. 'Ow, what the fuck.' he cried out. 'I'm going on a walk.' 'And you're sure that's safe, Flint?' he half questioned. 'Eh, probably not, but I gotta clear my head,' and off I went, swiftly slamming the door behind me as rain flooded my body. 

Step by step I trekked across the damp grass and slumping dandy lions. I glanced back at the roughed-up car only a few dozen feet behind me when I heard a rumbling semi speeding down the highway, jackknifing along the way, utterly decimating the Toyota and with it, my cousin. I blankly stared at the scene laid out in front of me, I could feel my heart palpitating through my soaked chest, my ears popping from the sound of metal clashing against metal, my eyes letting out loose tears as my brain finally came to the dreadful conclusion that Devin was unmistakably dead. Dropping into a sprint, I ran as fast as I could, signaling my arrival by crashing into the remains of a door with my adrenaline filled mind. All around the cockpit of the car was blood, s-so much blood. All that remained of my cousin, was his mangled body, torn and crushed in just about every way imaginable. Stumbling backwards in pure terror, I tripped into the ditch and landed on my ass.

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I tried to get up, but it was like I was sinking and that eerie whistling sound had returned in full force, turning into a blaring siren to my recently traumatized mind. I pushed as hard as I possibly could, latching onto any kind of anchor point in order to halt whatever was going on, but no matter how much I resisted, I kept getting dragged in. I was screaming by the time three quarters of my body was gone somewhere I simply could not feel, nor see. 'Help! Please, Help, for the love of God!' I howled and bellowed out, but no one magically appeared to bring me to safety and, at long last, I fell. 

*POP*

For a undeterminable amount of time, everything was nothing and nothing was everything while I moved about a void of nothingness full of everything. 

*BANG*

In an instant, or after an eternity, I was back on solid ground, covered in the blood of my deceased relative and surrounded by an endless landscape that was covered in scars that occurred in no natural manner.

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