The downpour of rain and the darkness of night were conditions for a dangerous drive, but that didn’t stop her. It should’ve though, were she in a logical state of mind. But unfortunately, she’s human, and similarly to all humans, they fall to the curse of tiredness and therefore, logical fallacies. No matter how many energy drinks she’s had within the past 24 hours, she would need to sleep at some point, preferably soon. So for now, it’s a miracle that she’s conscious behind the wheel, and hasn’t crashed into anything - until right now.

“Shit, shit, shit!”

The car begins hydroplaning, and she loses control of the steering wheel. She tries to brake immediately, but that ends up with the car skidding out of control. The car ends up going to the opposite side of the road, and in the instant before it crashes, she lets up on the brakes and her futile attempt to steer. She brings her hands and forearms in front of her head before the impact. The car rams into a tree, and she gets launched forward into the airbag before passing out from shock.

A minute passes before she slowly lifts her head up from the airbag. Albeit dazed, she’s able to fumble around with the seatbelt, unbuckling and opening the car door. Any tiredness she had was gone, now replaced with adrenaline, though there’s no telling how long that’ll last - although the mental crash will be worse than it would’ve been when she was normally tired.

“Dammnit”

She clutches her head to steady her vision, before slipping out of the car to get an assessment of the damage. The cold rain contrasts with the heat of the summer night, sending a chill throughout her body. Once she turns on her phone’s flashlight and shines it on the front of the car, she sighs.

The car is totaled - by all definitions. The crumple zone is crushed, so the internal parts like the engine are damaged and can’t be driven.

She gets back in the car, sitting sideways with the door open, so at least some part of her is covered from the rain. She dials a tow truck company, telling them what happened, and gets informed that they’ll send somebody out within three hours due to the time, weather, and how she was in the middle of nowhere.

“Okay, thank you.” she says before they hang up. “Jesus, three hours?” she mutters to herself, wondering what she could do in that time. Using her phone would be idiotic-she needs to preserve the remaining battery she has, so that doesn’t leave her with much to do.

She reflects on the situation as a whole, and tears start to swell up in her eyes, almost threatening to fall. All the fear, frustration, and anger came at her at full force. It was such a preventable problem, and now she has to spend days of her time sorting out all the issues. She mourns the fact she would nearly be back home by now. She could be enjoying the softness of her bed, the cool chill of her AC.

A tear manages to escape and falls on her pants. Sitting in her thoughts for a while, she was too preoccupied in her thoughts to notice the truck that was approaching, until it was close enough for its headlights to be shining on her car and the pavement in front of her.

She looks over her shoulder and out the passenger window, feeling relief that maybe they were able to send a tow truck earlier than expected, but that hope was shot down when her vision focused and realized it was a regular pickup truck. Fear immediately rooted itself in place of the lost hope at the unknown person. She quickly tried to wipe away the tears so the person wouldn’t see that she’s in a vulnerable state. Although it wouldn’t take a genius to assume that somebody who only recently suffered through a car accident would be vulnerable.

The mysterious person makes their way to the driver's side of her car, already becoming drenched merely from the short distance they walked. It’s a man, no older than 23, dressed in a long sleeve flannel shirt, suspenders, dark blue jeans, and boots. He has black, middle-parted hair, with virtually a…smug? look on his face.

“Looky here! The Lord must be punishing you for something, ‘cause you don’t look to be in that great of a predicament.” His cheery voice and attitude immediately puts her more on guard, wondering what his intentions are.

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