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Prologue The
afternoon rays penetrated punishing onto the tight knit of traffic on the
chaotic freeway. Small
cars dodged through luckily founded gaps whilst impatient truck drivers honked
loudly on their horns. Kids in the back of the local school bus made faces at
the drivers in cars following and the occasional bike rider would weave somewhat
successfully through the temporarily stationary traffic, much to the annoyance
of the drivers in cars. The
traffic finally eased slightly, as each car rolled after the other, after
following their predecessor's signals. The
black Camry slowed to a stop as the highlighted yellow light switched abruptly
to a menacing red. The
red light finally shifted to bright green. The black Camry accelerated slightly
forward, just as a white Ford cut it's path, smashing the bumper lights of the
small black car. Glass
shattered on impact, throwing the startled driver forward in their belted
position. A rich and stick red substance was splattered over the thick gray
upholstery, simultaneously smudging the carefully applied eyeliner and
foundation on her face. The
driver draped the wheel, unconscious and inanimate as the door was thrown open,
the afternoon sun finally pouring though freely. The
impatient mass of traffic fell in chaos as a few ignorant drivers
honked, annoyed. Others emerged from stationary cars to observe the
situation; some screamed on cell phones as a result. The high pitched squeal of the sirens were blasting closer toward the scene as a white paramedics van appeared on the scene... |
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