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The freeway had become a war-zone. Amy lay against her steering wheel wondering how she had managed to survive. Even at this late hour, the freeway had been crammed with traffic moving both ways when the light had came. A light brighter than the sun itself, it seemed like. The shocked travelers found themselves blinded by the sudden radiance even as the engines of their vehicles died and stalled. Many lost control and the freeway turned into a cascade of death as inertia took its course. Cars slammed into trucks and each other's. Vehicles hit the concrete sides of the freeway or the medium overturning. Flames blazed in every direction and explosions ripped the night. People who were still alive bolted from their cars, creating further havoc. People ran from the freeway as if for their lives while others tried to help those trapped inside the wrecks. Amy watched as one driver of an eighteen wheeler came tearing out his cab, madness in his eyes, opening up on the crowd with some of sort of rifle until another traveler shot him in the forehead and his limp form crumpled to the asphalt. It was all insane like some sort of a living nightmare. Amy did not leap out of her car to join the crowd. She sat in her seat her body heaving with sobs, too frightened to move. Irrationally, she wondered what her boss would say when she showed up late at the hospital. Her only injury was a scraped place on her hand from where she reached out to brace herself as her car had struck the rear-end of the silver Dodge Shadow in front in her as the chaos began.
She tried to turn on the car radio but nothing happened. She tried repeatedly until the knob broke off in her hand.Finally, she sunk her head back onto the steering wheel and started to the mutter the words of a prayer under her breath as people screamed into the night across the entire freeway.