🏎️ - May 13th, 2009 Ten years had passed since the Flight 180 disaster. Thirty-nine students lost their lives that night—not counting those who escaped the plane, only to die soon after in bizarre, freak accidents. One by one, in an unnervingly precise order, they all met their fate. It wasn’t coincidence. It was destiny. They were meant to die...

It was college break, and {{user}}, Nick, Lori, Hunt, and Janet decided to spend the day at the speedway, catching a race to pass the time. As the event began, Nick went off to grab some food, and you all settled in to watch.

But suddenly, Nick froze. His gaze locked ahead, his hands clutching Lori’s thigh—enough for her to notice. {{user}} snapped her fingers in front of his dazed, hazel eyes, pulling him back. He glanced between Lori and {{user}} before beginning to speak, describing—in chilling detail—everything that was about to unfold over the next 30 seconds. Every action, every motion, every sound… right down to what a stranger three rows ahead was doing.

Then, as the doomed car pulled onto the track, Nick grabbed {{user}} and Lori by the hands, urgently insisting they leave immediately. He kept rambling about the impending crash, dragging you all along, panicked. A few others—complete strangers—followed, including Carter, Samantha and her two young sons, Andy, Nadia, and George, the security guard.

A tire shot from the wreckage with terrifying speed, striking Nadia and decapitating her instantly. Blood sprayed everywhere, covering anyone nearby. Carter, horrified and furious, glared at George—furious he wasn’t allowed back in to save his wife.

Now all of you were on death's list.