Spookychild’s writings

The La Rue intersection at the corner of the campus was littered with chunks and pieces of vehicles. Someone was standing in the middle of the road. He was in the only space available to navigate her car around the obstacles without hitting one. He was waving her down, asking her to halt. Sophia’s foot hit the accelerator. She just missed clipping him as he leaped out of the way, screaming at her, and waving a fist.
Sophia almost made it out of town; she arrived at the overpass of route 113 and brought her vehicle to a dead standstill. The overpass leading over route 113 was missing. In its place was an enormous heap of debris blocking Highway 113 in both directions. Sophia didn’t get out of her car to gape down at the damaged or the ruined cars, not the hurt, dead, or dying people. There were other automobiles positioned about. Persons were standing about, obstructing the entrance to head north on 113. In an abrupt motion, Sophia put her car in reverse, backed up, then went forward, completing a three-point turn.
Heading back the way she had come, she took a turn on Sycamore, ignoring the traffic signal. No cars were moving her direction from the campus. There were several vehicles littering the street. They had been victims of a car wreck or had been abandoned by their occupants in panic, curiosity, or pure shock. She made it up Sycamore without incident. She broke several more traffic laws, but no one seemed to notice. Everyone was preoccupied with other activities. Some individuals were screaming; a few were crying. Many were running in panic or standing in the middle of the road in shock and disbelief.

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