He awoke with a start.
Almost violently, he sucked the cold night’s air into his lungs as he lurched forward. The synapses in his brain remembering life. It took a moment for his mind to register its surroundings.
He stared out the passenger’s side window of the pick-up truck at a black murky night. The inky darkness stretched as long as the eye could see along the cold flat desert.
The vehicle sped along a lone two-way road, its headlights the only sign of life in the alien environment. The dark starless sky canvassed the entire night with an eerie dead silence.
Rotating his neck to the left, the man saw there was no driver. The truck propelled itself silently down the road at a solid 70-miles-per-hour as if set into motion by God himself. The man, with no memory of how this came to be, looked forward again out the windshield.
A tiny light appeared off in the distance.
Miles down the road, to the west, the glowing light grew moving towards the road. As the truck sped forward it became clear the light was that of a train. Like the truck, it too silently traveled through the dark desert on cold hard steel towards the asphalt road.
The man calmly leaned forward watching as the train and the truck neared an intersecting point. Soon it became clear that the two creatures of the night were on a collision course.
The man slid across the bench seat to his left and pumped the breaks.
Nothing.
He pulled on the gearshift and yanked the hand break.
Nothing.
He slammed the horn with a clenched fist.
Nothing.
The ominous dark train chugged along, like a steel snake, through the black soulless sand. And there was nothing the man could say or do to stop it.
In a motion so fluid it would make the most skilled assassin weep, the truck and the train intersected.
The man refused to blink as the dark world burst to white.
And then nothing.
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