Day 196

So we started driving at about 5pm.
It was business as usual, fairly busy for the area but not overly so then BAM, a bright light hit us and suddenly its night?
There's no other cars around either but we're still on the road.
Neither of us are hurt so we figure we'll keep going.

Okay all the lights are off.
Normally there'd be streetlights about now but everything's dark and I can't see the town.
This is starting to get worrying.

Managed to snap this picture, we thought it was a car but as it got closer we saw it was on fire.
Not like actual fire, all red with black smoke, this was white fire.
There might have been people inside, we couldn't see properly.

We see a lorry coming up, going to try to get the driver's attention.
They might know where we are?

Oh my god!
There was a dead guy at the wheel!
His head was missing and he was driving!
HE WAVED AT US!
What the hell is going on?

Oh thank god, we're getting closer to home.
We're just coming up to the main road and we can see lights.
Whatever the hell happened back there, it has to be over.

We drove past home.
I can't quite place it but going there feels... wrong.
Like we're done there, like there's no reason for us to go back.

Funny how it seems like we've been driving for years.
We only set out last week, no this morning.
No, last week.
We never left the car, we never went home.
We crashed.
We crashed.