In the span of a single hour, the rules of the road are rewritten in blood. A shimmering, ash-colored distortion in the sky—a Spirit Dynamic—begins to settle over a desolate stretch of New York highway. It doesn't infect people; it infects the steel.
As engines roar to life without drivers and child safety locks click shut with clinical precision, a group of survivors finds themselves hunted by the very vehicles they once relied on. But these aren't just mindless machines. The spirits inhabiting the trucks and cars carry the grudges and unfinished business of the dead, using GPS screens to scream and horns to hunt.
