You flick them on, able to see the area in front of you. But this alerts the cops behind you, who see the road you are on and make a sharp turn. You wonder what they are trying to do, but it dawns on you; they are taking a shortcut, through the field, to set up a blockade ahead of you.
You press on the accelerator; perhaps you can still stay ahead of them. Instead, you see the car appear from the field only fifteen meters ahead; at this speed, you cannot turn fast enough.
You slam into a car, the very force of the impact hurling your head into the steering wheel, leaving an imprint on your forehead.
The damage doesn't stop there. The old man's car almost completely flips onto its back; still held in place by the seat belt, you feel it tighten around your throat. You claw at it, try to rip it off, scream hoarse screams that only shorten your breath. In the end, oblivion comes as a mercy.