[ WP ] The world ended ten years ago . Everyone vanished and you have been alone ever since , surviving . However while speeding down a lone highway , late one night , the familiar flash of police lights flood your rearview mirror ... .

Garrett turned his key in the ignition of his Charcoal 2014 Porsche Boxster, the engine roared – 315 horsepower, just magic. Garrett lowered the hood, and nine seconds later, he found himself staring up at northern California sky. It had taken months to clear the 101 – the cars had been littered, abandoned down its 1,540 miles. Though, Garrett only cleared the California part of it, he felt the purr of the Porsche's engine – trembling through his fingers. 
 
 The passenger seat riddled with 1-liter bottles of Jack Daniel's Honey, a carton of Camel Blues and a 5-pack of BIC lighters he'd pilfered from the Chevron station in Crescent City. No one, besides Garrett, had used these roads in 10 years. He had n't seen another person ’ s face in 10 years ( Not since August 17, 2014, when the world ’ s population mysteriously vanished ). Driving this highway was freedom. 
 Garrett slid a copy of Smash Mouth's titular album into the disc drive, hit play and turned the music up. 
 
 His foot pressed down the clutch, pushed her into first gear and from 0-60 in five seconds – Garrett took off. 
 
 Night fell. Garrett took a swig from one of the bottles and lit a cigarette. He'd taken to drinking and smoking as a way to cope with the ever-present aloneness that had taken over a vacant world. The beer had long gone bad – ten years without electricity, they had no hope. 
 
 14 feet and 4 inches of dark grey, sports car cruising down the highway. The streetlights were all darkened – the Porsche's headlights and the faint glow of the dashboard were the only lights among billions of stars. 
 
 Garrett stared at the faded white paint that separated the 101's lanes. They disappeared underneath the car at 95 mph, nowhere near her top speed but exhilarating in the warm, August air. The wind whipped over the car in a defeating sound that only just over powered Smash Mouth's rendition if Neil Diamond's `` I'm a Believer.'' 
 
 This was interrupted by something all too familiar, and yet so unfamiliar in its absence. An alternating red and blue shown behind him. The lights lit up the car in a way that made Garrett's stomach sink. He looked to the half-drank bottle of whiskey, to the cigarettes, to the dashboard of the car – all stolen. He was n't insured. He was speeding, he was swerving slightly. He should n't be behind the wheel. 
 
 `` I can outrun them. Fucking cops.'' He said to himself, his tone a reassuring one, one that he'd used years before. `` Let's see what this baby can do!'' Garrett opened the engine up and took off into the night. 
 
 *** 
 
 Sergeant Leonard Galloway watched as the taillights disappeared in the distance. He quietly assured himself he would probably wake up from a dream, still alone in an empty California summer. 
 
 The police car's lights turned off as it cruised down the 101, its headlights and dash the only lights beneath billions of stars on a warm, August night. 
 
 
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