A lovely mess

Chapter 4: Killing efforts

I drove as fast as I could to Macy's tiny condo. Thoughts racing through my head, I sped through red lights and stop signs unable to control myself. I was sweating. My headlights were bright enough to distract me from nightfall. There is nothing wrong with this, this will save my people. This is bigger than me and stopping it will kill off my race. I tried hard to calm myself down knowing Macy would calm me down. Suddenly a truck driver cut me off and gave me the finger.

"Right back at you, you fucking fuck." I mumbled. Jesus. I should really work on my temper. Seeing Macy should calm me down. I sighed heavily as I reached the corner of Macys street. I parked next to her purple two door mustang.