Timewarp Highway

There was only one rule: don't open the door. I didn't understand until the smell of charred flesh singed my nose. The realization of what the gas station attendant meant hit me hard. I should have kept moving, but now it's too late.

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Why did I decide to travel across the country by myself? I started to second-guess my decision after I took the wrong exit. For an hour, I drove on some secluded highway. I completely ignored my intuition to turn around. It made more sense to keep going rather than backtrack and lose more time.

Eventually, I found a podunk gas station. Someone inside surely knew the quickest way to the interstate. The attendant was straight out of Hicksville.

“Excuse me, Sir, could you point me in the right direction of the interstate?”

“ I reckon you better just turn around and go back the way you came, Miss.”

“Is that the only way?”

“Well, if you follow this route, it will getcha there, but it ain't safe.”

“I think I'll take my chances.”

“There's only one rule on that road: don't open the door.”

“Umm… Ok, thanks, sir.”

I had only been driving for a few minutes when I came up on a semi. It was swerving all over the place. I decided to pass it but it lost control, flipped sideways and slid off the road. I panicked and pulled over.

The semi caught fire right when I climbed up the side. I could hear a man screaming for help. Out of impulse I heaved the door open and reached in for his hand. Fear overpowered me as he yanked me inside the cab. The heat from the flames scorched my skin. I'm forever trapped on this highway in a vicious timewarp of firey crashes.