The seatbelt locks in around him, and he can feel the forces tugging him forward. He clings to his midori like a mother to it's child. The thing in the backseat isn't so lucky.
It's corporal now, and the forces shoot it forward, cracking into the windshield and shattering the glass. It sprawls out, clinging to the hood.
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Date: 2011-10-16 06:32 am (UTC)It's corporal now, and the forces shoot it forward, cracking into the windshield and shattering the glass. It sprawls out, clinging to the hood.
"Fuckfuckfuck."