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- Lilly-Mae's point of view -
'Stretching my arms, I woke from a deep and heavy sleep. Yawning my body started to wake up as the ability to feel, smell, and hear gradually returned. I felt cold and uncomfortable as a cold wind blew past me, the surface I was laying on rough and hard. I was surrounded by a nonstop intense noise that caused the ground to shake. When my eyes opened, and I directly stared into bright pink TL lights, I knew something wasn't right.
I barely moved my body as my fingers gently felt the surface I was laying on. Sharp jagged stones caught my flesh letting me know I was laying on asphalt, and not in my motel room bed. Taking a deep breath I gently turned my head to the right. My body quivered when a tire of a car drove past me at full speed only inches removed from my nose. I froze, terrified that one wrong move might lead to me getting run over by the next car in line. Not a second went by before the second set of tires drove past at a horrifying speed. The constant stream of cars seemed endless, and I decided to turn my head back slowly, to look to my left. Once again, the tip of my nose barely survived the movement, and that's when I knew where I was.
Laying in the middle of a road covered by a white tunnel, I was trapped like an animal in a bear trap, unable to move without extreme pain being the outcome. It felt as if I was a soldier who had walked onto a landmine, unsure what to do next, not wanting to die.
The tunnel was lit up by neon pink lights that hung on the ceiling in rows, complemented by the rear lights of the cars driving through it. Their front lights, however, weren't pink, they were a light blue color, creating what seemed like a purple glow where they were heading.
After having stared at the many tires that went past me for far too long, I decided I couldn't stay there forever. Sooner or later someone would switch lanes right where I was laying, resulting in death. I had to risk it.
Slowly and steady, I sat up, not moving an inch to the left or right. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins, and that's when I started to scream. Why weren't people stopping? Why were they just driving past me acting like I didn't exist? Waving my arms to get their attention would only lead to dismembering them, so that wasn't an option. Squealing, however, wasn't doing it either. I could barely hear my own voice over the cars that were still driving past me at what seemed like the speed of light, saying enough about them not being able to hear me either.
Sitting on my behind, carefully looking around, I started to lose hope. Not a single driver had looked my way, not a single one of them seemed the slightest concerned about my safety.
That's when I started to realize that all of them looked familiar, just like the cars they were driving. The same model, the same color, same brand. An endless stream of the same vehicles, driven by the same exact person. Confusion pulled me under—and that's when I heard something.
My eyes looked straight ahead to where the noise had come from. I couldn't see anything, but my ears did pick up on something there wasn't before. A muffled voice echoed from in the distance but seemed to get closer the more I focused on it. And that's when I heard it.
