LED headlights steal moonlight away from imposing pine trees as a tired man makes his way home from a long day at the warehouse. "If I work one more of these 14 hour shifts, it'll be the end of me." He involuntarily spit out the thought, as he turned one more bend on the way home.

His eyelids felt like lead sheets.

He could feel every hour radiating through his tired feet.

Just five more minutes...

He closes his eyes for a moment...

And thinks of his bed...

His brief slumber is broken by the booming clash of steel against concrete. He can feel the blood rushing to his skull as he wakes in a daze, dangling upside down. The smell of gasoline fills the air as he tries and get a grasp on his new reality.

He reaches to unclasp the seat belt from it's buckle. He lets out a futile scream as his bloody hands grip and pull in desperation. His phone buzzes loudly from the roof of the car, as the gasoline ignites in tandem.

In a moment of clarity, he remembers his box cutter. Fumbling in his pocket, he breathes one single sigh of relief as he feels it slide into his hands. He begins to saw at his seat belt wildly; the heat builds to uncomfortable levels as the fire grows closer. He falls as the last strands snap. His heavy body hits the roof of the enflamed car. He pushes with his last ounce of strength against the mangled car door. It bursts open and he scrapes his body across the hot concrete in his final bid for freedom. He wobbles into the far grass to get some distance from his blazing vehicle. The sound of sirens screaming in the distance gives him an odd sense of relief as he stares in shock at the fire consuming the moonlit trees.