In a random Midwest city, a young woman walked down the sidewalk of her driveway towards her car. She was carrying a bag in one hand, and a phone in the other. In what seemed to be a well practiced maneuver, she opened her car door, set her bag on the passenger seat, and climbed into the car. She pulled the seatbelt across her chest, clicked it into the lock, and with a wave to her kitty that was watching her from the living room window, she backed her vehicle out of the driveway and started her commute. She took note of the steady rain coming down from above and decided that the weather was simply not on her side today. Heavens knew that people always seemed to forget how to drive whenever it rained. It was as she was pondering this conundrum that everything took a turn for the worst. 

A truck in the opposite lane suddenly started fishtailing, its back end swinging too and fro as the driver fought to regain a steady direction. With too sudden a turn of his steering wheel, he lost control and veered into her lane. It was as the headlights filled her vision and she pulled her arms up to try and protect herself instinctively, that she recalled the cliche in webtoons of getting hit by “Truck-kun” and couldn’t help but cry at the irony of her meeting a similar fate. With a loud crunch, and sudden burst of light her vision went dark. When she came to, she was surprised to find herself unharmed, her raised hands and arms showing no cuts or signs of damage. She also felt no pain, which seemed impossible by the amount of car debris she could see around her. 

It was as she started to get up from the wreckage that she started to realize that something was wrong. She struggled to pull herself into a standing position, desperate to figure out what state her car was in and if she had injuries. People were frantically running towards her but despite her current standing position, none of them were looking at her. They were all glancing it seemed through her and she found herself turning around to see what it could be garnering their attention, only to see what appeared to be herself still sitting among the debris field of what was left of the two cars beneath her.

“Oh,” she thought upon seeing the grisly sight, “I guess I wasn’t unharmed after all. Well, now what do I do? Am I really dead? Is there really no chance for me?”

She gazed on as people from nearby cars rushed to her aid, and continued watching as first responders got on scene and assessed her. The pedestrians who had been supporting her neck and calling for her stepped aside as the medics and firefighters got on scene and took over. She watched as the firefighters worked to cut her from the veh, and could see her lifeblood dropping out of her, drop after crimson drop. Eventually she was extricated and they began performing CPR on her, even pulling out the device she had scene on TV that gave shocks to her heart. Her hope dwindled as they tried to get her stable without success, and soon after she saw her own body get covered in a white sheet and knew that all hope was lost. She was well and truly dead. One thought then came to her in the wave of grief and terror that was threatening to overwhelm her.