Staring blankly out the window, Flossie Wright suddenly realized that half an hour had passed.
"How much farther?"
Instinctively turning her head, Flossie looked at Glenn Hutchinson and asked unexpectedly.
"Two kilometers."
Glenn Hutchinson reported the exact number.
At this time of day, all the roads were jammed; the speed was much slower than he had expected.
Having not driven in a bustling city for a long time, he almost forgot the feeling of constant traffic jams.
"Hmm."
Flossie responded indifferently.
Driving neither fast nor slow, Glenn Hutchinson stopped at a red light until it turned green, then continued moving forward.
But—
After advancing less than a meter, blood suddenly splattered in front of them, staining the windshield with bright red and blocking their view.
Almost instinctively, Glenn Hutchinson slammed on the brakes.
Realizing something was wrong, Flossie lifted her eyes to look outside.
