The girl smiles as she walks with her pap. He makes a funny joke, their feet trampling over fine grass. The road mere feet away from where they stepped.

The mum grabbed the steering wheel with her left hand, leaning back quickly to say something clearly to her son. He glares at her with stern eyes, cold and fierce at twelve years of age.

The man let go of his steering wheel as his drugs finally hit him. Head lolling to the side, seatbelt trying to support his flab. The big semi wheels turning as the wheel goes loose.

The girl screams as she sees the semi and car collide beside them. Shrapnel flinging towards them as her pap shields her carefully, throwing both of them further away from the wreck.

The boy gasps as sharp pain ruins his senses, a tang in the air telling he was bleeding. His mum lies to his left, supposedly unconscious, most likely dead. A crazed laughter comes from his esophagus, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing as blackness clouds his vision. A dull thump could be heard as he collapses onto the now bloodied paved highway.

The man flings from his seat belt, already deceased from his drugs. His body gets battered and bruised, cut and slashed, neck snapping awkwardly. His body now lays a few feet from the girl and man, folded twisted and turned in unusual directions.

The older girl who had been hidden in the man’s bedroom of his semi was flung out. Twisting in the air to skid on the ground, her eyes glassy from pain. She chuckles as she spots the corrupted scene, struggling onto her hands to lean forward wobbly. All on her mind was how glad she was that the man, who had kidnapped and planned to do nasty things with her, was now dead.

The girl and her pap now stood, her pap leaning on his daughter. Blood still slowly seeped from a few wounds, they were viewing the disaster disappointedly. They now headed over to the boy, checking his pulse, he was alive. They now headed over to the older girl, asking her if she was ok, but no response came as she fell onto her side in exhaustion.

Their car came squealing to a stop, barely feet away from the bloody and broken scene. The half crushed car lighting into large flames. She gasps, running out with her son, daughter, and husband to go help the injured people.

Others did the same, two other vehicles to be exact. Now all lay either in their graves, or in hospital beds, healing or laying asleep forever.