"Finally, I'm off my job," one man speaks to himself as he makes his way out of the building. The 9 to 5 prospect he signed up for slowly drags upon his remaining psyche. Stepping into his Toyota Camry, he adjusted the rearview mirror ever so slightly. The keys lock into the car's engine and he departs from where he works.

Turning onto the freeway was nothing new for him, neither was the rush hour awaiting his arrival. While most saw this as a frustration, he didn't mind it. It brought an odd sense of peace to him knowing that eventually, he'll be home.

15 minutes passed by and he moves about 3 meters forward, along with the rest of the vehicles. The radio plays a familiar song to him and he cheerily hums along.

get out

The male hears a voice within his mind and is forced to turn down his tune to get a better grasp of what's being said. The voice is foreign to him, almost supernatural.

get out

He hears it again, left to question what it means. Maybe it's just his mind playing tricks on him, at least he hopes that's the case. He turns up the radio once again, unable to hear the sound that sit behind him.

get out

Get Out

GET OUT

The voice causes him to jump in his seat, and without much thinking, jumping out of the car. He ducks to the side of the road, sitting between two highways. Only moments later, a large truck comes barreling down one of the lanes, and the semi slams into his vehicle, totaling it.

He can only watch in shock as the 18-wheeler continues its path of destruction, killing what seemed like dozens. And there he was, mere seconds away from a violent demise.