Rachel steadily drove a red sedan behind the truck as it advanced along the mountain pass. One should never be impatient on a snowy day as such. Since there was a potential of brake problems, she maintained a safe distance from the truck.
“Don’t worry. I’ve passed the highway. We should be in Greensborough before the night comes.” “You’ve been driving for more than twenty hours. That’s driver fatigue! Are you really alright?” Jolly’s voice sounded concerned over the earphone.
Rachel was indeed weary due to the long drive, where the heater in the car made her feel all cozy. Yawning, she mumbled, “It’s not that bad. We rested for half an hour at the rest area before passing the highway.”
While there were two drivers in the truck taking turns to take the wheel, Rachel was the only one in her car, so she had to take a shut-eye at the rest area. “Only thirty minutes? Are you nuts?”
“It’s fine. It’s not like I’ve never stayed up at work.” “This is a whole different matter! You better stay awake until you arrive at the destination. I’ll give you a call to check on you any time. If you really can’t stand it, just stop the car and sleep.”
“The connection is bad over here, though. I might not be able to pick up your call later. Baybrook was the poorest area in the country, which was afflicted with many kinds of natural disaster, thereby slipping in economic recession. The connection was quite bad in these highlands too.
Rachel had not entered the mountain range yet, but after she did, the connection would be completely cut off.
That was why she purposely called Jolly to give her friend a heads-up, just in case they could not stay in contact later. Soon, the connection kept cutting out and Jolly could not hear Rachel clearly. “I can’t hear you. What did you say?”
“Nevermind. I’ll text you once I’m there.” Rachel then ended the call and stepped on the pedal to follow the truck closely.
The snow started falling once again in the afternoon, prompting her to turn on the wiper in order to remove the snow off the windshield. Forget about how far the place was, there was literally no signs of people or cars along the way due to the heavy snow.
When there were thirty miles remaining before reaching Greensborough, one could not see ahead the road because of the heavy snowfall. Rachel had slowed down the speed to 25 miles per hour, which was literally the speed of a tortoise.
The walkie-talkie in her car resounded as the truck driver spoke. “President Hudson, are you still following behind us?” “Yeah, I am. There’s thirty miles left to go. We can do it.”
“Yeah. President Hudson, be careful on the road. It’s quite dangerous in the hill range. There are a lot of trees slumping because of the snow. Try not to drive near=”
Thud! Before he could even finish his words, a huge tree at the roadside had collapsed suddenly. Meanwhile, Rachel heard a dull sound from the car roof, as though someone was thumping against the metal. Her mind went blank when something crashed into the passenger seat from the top, crushing half of the car in a split second.
The deafening noise continued until the car skidded across the slippery road and rammed into a shabby house with a big tree atop the car. Then, the engine died. “President Hudson? President Hudson, are you okay?!” The driver’s voice was anxious over the walkie-talkie.
Rachel had banged her head and her vision became blurry. However, she managed to stay conscious upon hearing his call. “Mr. Gasper, I’m fine.”
She tried to open the deformed door, but it was in vain. After stopping the truck, Andrew Gasper, the main driver, and another driver ran over to check on her. The car had run into the house with gravel and a huge trunk that seemed impossible to be moved.
“President Hudson! President Hudson, are you alright?” The driver quickly wiped off the snow that was covering the window, trying to take a look inside.
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