Fade to Black

=====At his level of exhaustion, everything began to blur together. The gray of the road melting into the black sky, his eyes tracing constellations between the pinpoint lights of the stars above and the streaks of white paint flying past him below. The cars streaking by him on the other side of the road blended together, a continuous mass of steel hurtling past. Tiredness demolished the walls that separated everything, and he lost himself in the unbridled speed, his consciousness drifting away as he became one with the motion that surrounded him.
=====Suddenly he became aware of truck. It was on the other side of the road, heading towards him. He couldn’t say why it distinguished itself from the chaotic blur of its surroundings, but he became fixated on it. His eyes slowly rotated to follow its path, leading it ever closer to him.
=====Something shifted. He didn’t notice it so much as feel it. It took him a few seconds to place what it was, but then it hit him: his trajectory had changed. He became vaguely aware of the fact that his hands had shifted ever so slightly on the steering wheel, almost imperceptibly, but just enough to skew the path of the car so that it intersected that of the truck. For a second, a thought fluttered across his mind, that maybe he should alter his path again, correct it. But he immediately rejected this idea. He could do nothing to alter the current situation—two steel cocoons hurtling inevitably towards each other in space. It had been pre-determined, pre-ordained, all he could do was immerse himself in the current of time and let it carry him where it would.
=====The truck honked, then seeing he had no intention of changing course, veered to the right to try to avoid him. He laughed at the sheer futility of the gesture; a pathetic, powerless act of rebellion against the laws of nature that had schemed to bring them together in this moment. His hands turned, his knuckles white from his tight grip on the steering wheel. The truck expanded in his vision, until it filled the entire windshield, its headlights flooding his eyes until he could barely see; but he still noticed the look of horror flash through the truck-driver’s eyes: finally, he too understood their fate.
=====The world exploded. Everything resisting the stop, torn apart by its desire to keep moving and the too-sudden necessity of stillness. Twisted metal and flying glass and broken bones and bloody mist. Pressure and pain and shattering and jerking.
=====The world exploded. And then it went black.