Street lights ahead of me were blurred by the rain. Blobs of colorful splotches of raincoats and umbrellas hurried across the pavement. I found my hands fidgeting on my steering wheel.
'You'd think they'd hurry up with all this rain...' I thought to myself.
At last, the last person had finally crossed my path, and the red light flickered green.
Wheels belonging to vehicles began to turn once more and I gently pressed on the gas to have my car follow the line of automobiles. The rhythmic pattern of water falling on the roof of my car washed out my car radio that struggled to fight the colliding drops with terrible pop music.
Time passed, and I continued down the streets of the busy city of Seattle. Buildings fenced the highways or the cold western shore no matter where I looked. It was oddly calming, despite the business of the city. The ride was smooth, and my destination was getting nearer...
...and so was danger.
An alleyway swallowed me, and everything I felt before suddenly faded into panic and worry. My car slowed to a leisurely pace, and I couldn't help but observe my surroundings. Few people stared at me with burning curiosity, so I tried my best to avert my eyes from their gaze. I didn't know what to do.
I tightened my grip on the wheel. 'Just go,' I urged myself, 'they're just people, so go.'
Dragging my eyes back to the front of the windshield, I hastily continued down the street. Almost there. I could just see an intersection up ahead, but I had a small voice in the back of my head saying that I wouldn't make it. My heart pounded, my hands became sweaty; I was going to prove that voice wrong!
My tires halted to a stop and I let out a sigh. Finally I'm calm again.
THUD
...Never mind!
If I didn't have a seat belt on, I would have leaped out of the seat. THUD. THUD. I looked over to my right to see a mysterious man knocking, or rather, hitting the door. He'd beaten me to the door before I could lock it! Hands shaking, I racked my mind for anything to help me. Alas, I couldn't think of anything. The door swung shut and the unexpected passenger met my shocked expression with a hostile glare. His piercing stare drained all of the remaining color from me and I gulped.
With ease, he gathered together enough bitterness in his voice that could stun 50 grown bad ass men.
I felt the pulse of my drumming heart in my ears. When he seemingly was satisfied with what he saw, he spoke one word:
"Drive."
