The crash was deafening. The entire car jerked violently to the right, sending David, Mohamed, and Prakesh into a chaotic whirlwind of motion. The sound of metal crumpling, tires screeching against the road, and the force of the impact drowned out all coherent thought. "FUCK! SHIT!" David screamed, his heart racing as the car slammed into the nearby sidewalk barrier with a sickening crunch. His body whipped forward, the seatbelt digging painfully into his chest. His head slammed hard against the front seat, the jolt leaving his skull ringing like a bell.
The world spun wildly for a moment as the car finally came to a halt. The air was thick with dust and the smell of burnt rubber, the metal of the car groaning as if protesting the brutal collision. For a few agonizing seconds, everything was eerily silent, save for the ringing in David's ears. Then the groaning began.
