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         A flash of light.

An instinctual bracing.

A long, screeching, rough sound.

A heavy thud.

And that was all Claire knew.

Previously, she had been driving back to the place she was staying at, her beater sputtering about as it always did. She hadn't really been paying attention - ruminating on the last few hours she had spent at the till, working with false smiles at her boring job. There was fire all around her, in her, was her -

oh. That big green truck she hadn't seen, too lost in her mind. No time to react, either of them. She would hope she didn't cause the death of the other person if she could. Another death... Well, at least it was her own. She couldn't harm anyone else. Car crash. That was okay. She had planned to do it anyway, soon enough.

Her world was blank.