The fire ripped along the highway and the wreckage. The night sky was glowing from the flames that grew ever higher. Several car horns were still blaring. Parts of cars were popping or exploding from the heat. People were crying and screaming, directing help efforts or calling out in desperation for help. Hell. Or at least, it was a human equivalent at the moment. A tire on a nearby SUV exploded, causing shrieks from several women huddled closer to the wooded area off the highway. They began weeping harder than before. Sirens blared from oncoming fire and rescue efforts. Police on scene were finally doubling in number and rounding up everyone in involved to safety. Fire rescue began trying to spread water around the blaze to contain it, yet, there was fear to use too much - after all there was a tanker spilling gasoline everywhere. Several civilian vehicles and the traveling bus were being doused out, any remaining victims having been already removed. The night time was perfect for the lowest number of people possibly involved. Thankfully it was very few. There were only two fatalities in the wreck at the moment, with many serious injuries already being loaded into several ambulances and shipped away just as fast as they had arrived. The crackling of the burning wrecks was seemingly drowned out by the silence of the scene, which was slowly coming to a controlled catastrophe. Firemen watched the blaze spread slightly, running along the mixture of water and gasoline. Crews were spreading sand around the edges now, attempting to stop any further spreading. The wrecks themselves had all but burned to charred steel wrecks. Remaining uninjured witnesses were giving statements to police. Fire Chiefs were attempting to give the cause of the fire. Forensics were investigating what caused the incident in the first place while paramedics and other forensic crews closed in on the fatalities at the accident scene.
"I don't understand what the hell happened here. The witnesses say he was on the far side of the oncoming lanes. Four lanes across. So the trucker crossed four lanes, smashed the cement divider, then crossed an ADDITIONAL four lanes? The driver was conscious, correct?", questioned the newest member to the forensic team. His female counterpart scoffed, taking her ball cap off and brushing her hair back, putting her cap back on to keep her hair in place. She placed her hands on her hips and looked around. "The way I see it, a guy crosses eight lanes of traffic, kills two people, and walks away fine - he was asleep. Probably stayed awake way longer than his log books reflected. Passed out, twisted the wheel, end of story." She coldly turned away, closing her notebook and walking off. She casually instructed a pair of men nearby to measure and photograph the wild skid marks on the highway and the cement barricade wreckage. The newcomer shook his head and walked off. Meanwhile, two paramedics stood by, annoyed at the legth of time they were being held back for. The forensics team poured over the body lying on the center of the highway, broken, bent, soaked and charred...
"Poor guy. He never had a chance." Standing and shaking his head, the forensic investigator stood and photographed the body, lying in the mixture of blood, gas and water. Taking another shot, he lowered the camera and looked over to the paramedics. "Why are you still here, anyway?" "Dispatch says the coroners office is short handed, can't get out here for transport tonight. So we're stuck here to traffic the corpse while other people are dying." "So just take your time and as many keepsake photos as you need for your spank bank, freak." The forensic investigator stepped towards them, only to have the police chief step in, holding him off with one hand. He simply shook his head, and with that the investigation continued with the body. "The truck smashed head on into his motorcycle and ran straight over the body. The bike parts stuck in the grill of the truck and the blood smears pretty much tell the story. The gas and fire torched the body post-mortem. No way he lived through this." The second forensic investigator waved the paramedics over. They scooped the body into a black body bag and zipped it shut, carrying it off to the ambulance nearby. The doors slammed shut.
They opened again next at the city morgue. The body bag landed on a cold steel table, lights flooding down onto the black leather.
It was unzipped but left alone. After all, it was a dead body. Seemingly killed by accident.
