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happy when he brought the car back later today to find the interior soaked, but that's why he always paid extra for insurance.
He flipped on the lights, started the engine, and drove out of the parking lot. Bolts of lightning flashed in the storm darkened skies, making it difficult to see. He was thankful for the light traffic this early in the morning, otherwise he might have been late for his appointment.
Yet it seemed too light.
He'd passed a car or two heading to the complex, but it was nowhere near the amount of traffic he faced most other mornings. Back home, a half hour could make the difference between a thirty minute and an hour long commute, so he figured it might be that way here.
Red and yellow lights flashed into his vision about five miles from the complex. Rows of cars lined up for a quarter mile before the accident, each throwing clouds of exhaust into the cool morning air. Trevor cursed at his luck as he stopped the truck behind a Smart Car; its owner waiving his hands furiously at the mess in front of them. Sights like that made Trevor smile. Everywhere he'd had traveled, drivers were all the same. Sure, some areas were bad for one thing or another, but no matter where he went, anger at traffic jams never seemed to change.
The rain let up, allowing Trevor to crack the window for a bit of fresh air. Five minutes later, he put the truck into park, leaned back, and closed his eyes for a moment, hoping he didn't nod off. If whatever going on up ahead was going to be awhile, there wasn't any sense in watching the road. He figured if things broke loose, the cars behind him would honk, returning him back to the real world.
A half hour later, the rain came to a stop as the sun poked through the clouds, causing the roadway to steam as it warmed. As he leaned back into a yawn, a vicious cramp tore into his leg, causing him to yell out. He looked around and noticed none of the cars were moving. Up ahead, the lights stayed in the same spot, as if whatever mess they hid had yet to be cleared up.
How bad was this accident that they didn't have it cleared up by now? He'd been sitting here for forty-five minutes by now and the accident had happened before. Surely it didn't take this long to clear things up, or at least divert traffic before the intersection to do their investigation.
Trevor turned off the truck, pulled the key from the ignition, and placed it in his pocket. He wanted to see what was going on up ahead and the last thing he needed was for someone to steal the rental truck. Rental insurance for him was expensive enough without adding a theft to his claims.
He stretched into a yawn as he stepped out of his truck; the pain in his leg faded near instantly as he did. He locked the truck and took a look around. The white Mazda running beside his truck came to a sputtering halt. Trevor figured the driver saw what he had in mind and decided to take a look himself. Trevor waited for a moment, figuring he'd talk to whoever it was for a moment to find out what he knew.
A minute passed and Trevor wondered if the driver had just turned off the car to save fuel, instead of getting out. Trevor hated being nosy, but he wanted to know, so he leaned over and looked into the window.
The car window's were covered in a layer of thick fog, making it impossible to see inside. Curious, Trevor knocked on the window.
"Hello?" He rubbed his sleeve against it, trying to clear it up, but whatever was causing it was happening from the inside, as if they'd been sitting inside without the defroster on while waiting in the traffic.
He waited a few seconds before knocking again. "Hello? Anyone there?"
Still nothing.
He thought about walking away; leaving whoever was inside alone. But something wasn't right. What if the driver was having a medical condition and unable to speak? They could be dieing inside the car and nobody would ever know. He pulled the handle, but it was locked, so he walked to the driver's side door and tried
He flipped on the lights, started the engine, and drove out of the parking lot. Bolts of lightning flashed in the storm darkened skies, making it difficult to see. He was thankful for the light traffic this early in the morning, otherwise he might have been late for his appointment.
Yet it seemed too light.
He'd passed a car or two heading to the complex, but it was nowhere near the amount of traffic he faced most other mornings. Back home, a half hour could make the difference between a thirty minute and an hour long commute, so he figured it might be that way here.
Red and yellow lights flashed into his vision about five miles from the complex. Rows of cars lined up for a quarter mile before the accident, each throwing clouds of exhaust into the cool morning air. Trevor cursed at his luck as he stopped the truck behind a Smart Car; its owner waiving his hands furiously at the mess in front of them. Sights like that made Trevor smile. Everywhere he'd had traveled, drivers were all the same. Sure, some areas were bad for one thing or another, but no matter where he went, anger at traffic jams never seemed to change.
The rain let up, allowing Trevor to crack the window for a bit of fresh air. Five minutes later, he put the truck into park, leaned back, and closed his eyes for a moment, hoping he didn't nod off. If whatever going on up ahead was going to be awhile, there wasn't any sense in watching the road. He figured if things broke loose, the cars behind him would honk, returning him back to the real world.
A half hour later, the rain came to a stop as the sun poked through the clouds, causing the roadway to steam as it warmed. As he leaned back into a yawn, a vicious cramp tore into his leg, causing him to yell out. He looked around and noticed none of the cars were moving. Up ahead, the lights stayed in the same spot, as if whatever mess they hid had yet to be cleared up.
How bad was this accident that they didn't have it cleared up by now? He'd been sitting here for forty-five minutes by now and the accident had happened before. Surely it didn't take this long to clear things up, or at least divert traffic before the intersection to do their investigation.
Trevor turned off the truck, pulled the key from the ignition, and placed it in his pocket. He wanted to see what was going on up ahead and the last thing he needed was for someone to steal the rental truck. Rental insurance for him was expensive enough without adding a theft to his claims.
He stretched into a yawn as he stepped out of his truck; the pain in his leg faded near instantly as he did. He locked the truck and took a look around. The white Mazda running beside his truck came to a sputtering halt. Trevor figured the driver saw what he had in mind and decided to take a look himself. Trevor waited for a moment, figuring he'd talk to whoever it was for a moment to find out what he knew.
A minute passed and Trevor wondered if the driver had just turned off the car to save fuel, instead of getting out. Trevor hated being nosy, but he wanted to know, so he leaned over and looked into the window.
The car window's were covered in a layer of thick fog, making it impossible to see inside. Curious, Trevor knocked on the window.
"Hello?" He rubbed his sleeve against it, trying to clear it up, but whatever was causing it was happening from the inside, as if they'd been sitting inside without the defroster on while waiting in the traffic.
He waited a few seconds before knocking again. "Hello? Anyone there?"
Still nothing.
He thought about walking away; leaving whoever was inside alone. But something wasn't right. What if the driver was having a medical condition and unable to speak? They could be dieing inside the car and nobody would ever know. He pulled the handle, but it was locked, so he walked to the driver's side door and tried
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