Nothing

All interest fades, like the muscles on your bones. You don't feel any motivation to save yourself from this lethal predicament. Slowly the measly disappointment known as your life drains out, melting on the blistering pavement. Approaching is a four-wheeled truck, racing down to finally cement you into the afterlife and away from your unending torment of an existence. Unfortunately, it stops.

A woman steps out of her vehicle, ready to help you up. Before doing so, she is taken aback a bit after noticing your lack of pants on.