'Aaahh…'
The world was full of pain. The world was also upside down, and something was streaming down Sunny's face. He could feel the familiar taste of blood on his tongue… but also of something else, unbearably bitter and oily, which made him want to wretch. A sharp scent was assaulting his nostrils, seemingly seeping into his very brain.
Opening his eyes, he beheld the world in utter confusion. The crack on the windshield of his PTV seemed to have disappeared… no, the windshield itself was gone, turned into a scattering of glass shards. The PTV was laying on its roof, with water flowing inside through the shattered windows.
The interior of the mangled vehicle was bent and misshapen. The wheel was broken, the dashboard was gone, and he could see a mess of sparking wires behind the displaced plastic panels.
The liquid flowing down his face was blood mixed with gasoline.
Hanging upside down, held in place by his seat belt, Sunny groaned.
'The fuel… that damn fuel…'
