Romans & histoires Road

I ask as I keep myself focused on what is directly in front of me. “I have it up on my phone,” Marigold chimes in. Thank goodness I had Axel give me his address before leaving with Rosalynd. “It says we’re 20 minutes away, but it has also said that for the last 20 minutes.” There is an unusual amount of traffic on Hwy 101 South as we drive down towards Rio Dell. Usually, there is no traffic south of Fortuna, but today it is bumper to bumper. This might be a normal occurrence sometimes for a more metropolitan area, but in a wide-open county with so few people that the cows outnumber us 3 to 1, I’m not sure where all of these cars came from.

The open landscape atop the cliffs is far too exposed—if I’m to have any hope of traveling safely, I need to head north along the edge of the woods, if not through them. As I near the trees, I see a two-lane road running along the base of the hills. My recent geography lessons tell me it must be Highway 1, a road I can follow all the way to San Francisco—if I can stay alive, that is. The road is empty, of course. It must be years and years since any vehicles drove upon it. That doesn’t mean it’s not used by walkers…or crawlers…or slithering things.

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RAIN We drove along the rugged dirt road in Uncle Wart car, the tires crunching over the gravel as we made our way toward Auntie Lori's house. Every bump sent a jolt through the vehicle, and I clung tightly to my duffle bag, worried it might tumble off my lap. The cool night breeze slipped through the slight crack in the window, carrying with it the faint scent of damp earth and pine. The moon, bright and full, illuminated the uneven road ahead, casting long shadows from the towering trees that lined the path.

he protested. “No, stay here. It’s dangerous to use your motorcycle in that state. I’ll go home now, sleep here on the couch,” “Stay here,” Should I stay?

Of course not, I won’t give her time to doubt, no sir, I'll kiss her breathlessly, I’ll wrap my arms like tentacles around her and keep her so satisfied, she’ll beg me to give her more and more advertising campaigns so she’ll never had to leave. Moving uncomfortably in the seat, I congratulated myself for not being that kind of rich posh with the need to drive a Ferrari or a Lamborghini, because with my height, it was impossible to do. I loved my Jeep Rubicon for its height and of course for the dark windows so they couldn’t see how turned on I was just at the thought of being with Olivia one more time. Five and a half hours later, thanks to the afternoon traffic, I entered my brother's vine

A timeline. I could work with timelines.

He brought out his phone which had been in his shirts pocket the whole time and with the aid of GPS, was able to find their location. "Alex you better work on that fast!" "Ok ok, we are approaching a T-junction, when we get there go left." Like Alex had spoken, a T-junction came into view and Amanda swerved to the left stress quickly. "Ok now, keep going straight and-" A bullet wheezed just past Alex. "Fuck!" His ears were ringing, he blinked his eyes, rubbing his ears. "Did you get hit?" "No, not yet at least, This is a straight road, soon you will see a corner at your left, don't take that, go further and you will see another one by your right, take that." A

I murmured. " You know I can't confront her, but " he peeked to see if she was listening before whispering." You really don't have to" we both chuckled at our behavior. Dad took me to choose a car as he promised. Hee kept nagging about me taking to long to choose so we decided on the white 2019 Porsche Panamera turbo.

Now it was just a waiting game. "Should you tie my hands?" I asked but Peter shook his head. "I refuse to do that." Peter said quickly with a look of disgust. "Just hold your hands together like they are tied. We want you to be able to defend yourself if you need to." Leo said and I nodded. "Time check?" I asked. "It's midnight." Gunner said. I kept scanning the road for incoming traffic. Suddenly, I saw a car pulling in. "Here he comes." someone said on the talkie. I noticed about twenty bikes following the car in.