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A muttered curse escaped Gordo's lips as he pressed his hand to his head. Seatbelts were completely useless when the car was resting on its roof. His fingers fumbled for the release of the seatbelt and then he promptly landed on his head.
Groaning, he swung his legs towards the passenger side, and pressed his back to the ceiling of the car as his eyes strained to bring the seats above him into focus. His mind grappling to understand what had exactly happened.
A moan escaped his lips as he ran his hand over his forehead. The fresh stinging and moisture upon his fingertips gave some reasoning why his head was hurting so bad. His eyes had long adjusted to the near blackness that surrounded him and he relied on shapes to see what he was doing. His eyes darted to the cracked windshield and another curse flew from his lips. He slowly rolled over until he could prop himself up onto his knees. He rummaged along the floor of the car, which was now the ceiling, until his hand slid across the glove compartment. Releasing the latch, a shower of various objects rained down on his head, but he quickly found what he'd been looking for. A small high powered flashlight he'd bought for a camping trip but never managed to actually use. He flicked it on and was pleased to see it still worked. Saving the batteries, he turned it off and reached for the door handle. He pulled and yanked, but the door refused to move. He turned around in the narrow space, and grabbed the passenger side handle but had the same luck. The windows were useless considering they were power windows, and a strong feeling told him that the car wasn't going to start.
The pain in his head continued to throb and he lay down on his back. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he maneuvered his body so his feet were towards the windshield. He pulled his legs back and kicked with all the strength he could muster. He felt the window give just a little. Aggravation at being stuck in a car, upside down, who knew where, gave him the strength to pull back and kick again. The windshield gave this time, spider-webbing before falling away from its frame.
Moaning from the effort he righted himself and crawled through the small opening. Gordo slowly pulled himself into a standing position, trying not to remind him that he heap he was using as a support was his car.
All of his limbs, though stiff and in some sort of pain seemed to be working properly. He looked slowly around him. The highway he was so used to seeing deserted was littered by the remains of trees, and some objects that just didn't look like they belonged on a highway, the odd shaped door that could have come from a barn, the propeller...
Taking a moment to get his bearings, Gordo searched his pockets for his cell phone. His fingers clenched around the small device and he quickly pulled it from his pocket. No service flashed across the screen. "Damn it," he muttered, resisting the urge to throw it down the street.
He took a deep breath and looked around him again. All the landmarks he was typically used to had been ripped from the ground. "I guess we're not in Kansas anymore," he murmured sardonically.
Gordo's eyes searched the area for a sign before he finally decided to follow his intuition and started walking.
The ruins that surrounded him was incredible. His feet quickly carried him over the pavement, the beam of the flashlight flicking across the path ahead. He aimed it towards the horizon. There was a dark outline several feet ahead of him, but he quickly realized what it was.
A car on its side. A familiar car he'd seen so many times in the parking lot at school. The silver Celica convertible driven by none other than Kate Sanders.