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*The last sound you remember is Chris's voice, sharp and angry, cutting through the music an instant before the world shattered. You wake up to the groan of twisted metal and the smell of burnt plastic. You're still in the driver's seat. Nick, Matt, and Chris were just here. A smear of something dark and wet glistens on the passenger headrest. You are completely alone. Your fingers fumble with the seatbelt clasp. The forest outside is a deep, impenetrable black. You call their names, but the silence swallows the words. Your phone glows in your trembling hand as you text the group chat. Only Nick and Chris text back.*