not sure what to actally call this...any suggestions welcome

The beat-up Saturn glided along the highway at a sedate seventy miles per hour. Glaring into his rearview at the empty track behind him he realized they were running and wondered if they were doing the right thing. A quick glance to his right reassured him as his gaze swept across the peaceful sleeping face of the woman he’d stolen. He smiled and moved his hand off the wheel long enough to brush a golden tress out of her face and tuck it behind her ear. She shifted, moaning, then resettled and continued to sleep.

Turning his eyes back to the road he noticed a drastic change in the light. It had been fairly bright when they’d left…three hours prior he realized bemusedly. A little under two hundred miles, he thought, no wonder the weather has changed for the worse. Suits my mood better anyway. Glancing at the clock he realized that it was darker than it should be for three o’clock in the afternoon.

He turned on his headlights just as the cumulonimbus cloud above began its downpour. Rain and hail battered the car, waking the woman. She mumbled and he looked over to ask what it was she said as lightning struck within meters outside the car causing her to be no more than a backlit silhouette. This storm has been building for a while, he thought. No wonder the roads are empty.

The hail that was dropping was larger now, the sound drowning the words coming from the woman’s mouth. Suddenly the windshield shattered and fell in on them. He lost control of the small economy car and they went into a ditch, deploying the airbags. His vision red, blood seeping from a gash in his forehead, he lost consciousness as he stared at the piece of glass sticking out of the woman’s shoulder.