User:CarCrashClutter

So I'm making my getaway from this terrible epidemic, white knuckles crushing the solid chrome racing wheel of my viper yellow 1987 Pontiac Fiero GT, ripping through a Malton highway at 190kph. I see a large group of people on the road ahead... but it's too late... I swerve, right into a telephone pole.

My trunk split in two, my arms crushed by my steering wheel, my face through the windshield and my engine firmly embedded in my ass, I was barely conscious as they dragged me from my fiery tomb.

Perhaps it was the damage to my brain or perhaps they thought the crash had made me just ugly enough to join them, but they chose not to feast, only to infect. My brothers showed me mercy. For them, I shall show you none.

If you ask me, it was just all the glass. After all, no one likes having to fish a fly from their soup.

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