3 Day Road Book Novels & Stories

There were only three days left before our bond would break on its own. Besides, he never cared about me anyway.

Chapter 14: It's Going To Be One Hell Of A Night Rebecca drove slowly toward her childhood home on the outskirts of the city. The modest two-story house with its small garden looked exactly as she remembered it. She rarely visits these days. Work, marriage, and the weight of her failing relationship had kept her away for years. She parked the car and sat for a moment, hands gripping the steering wheel. The familiar creak of the gate as she pushed it open brought a wave of nostalgia mixed with anxiety. The scent of her mother’s cooking wafted through the air, pulling her forward.

Day Three. A black steel RV rumbled down the battered highway. This world was massive. According to the system, this region was called the Zombie Wasteland. To Jake, it felt a lot like a no-man 's-land—cold, dry, and utterly desolate. The barren plains stretched endlessly in every direction. Along the way, he'd spotted plenty of Lv.2 vehicles—taxis, vans, buses, even a helicopter buzzing overhead. Anyone still alive on Day Three had a decent ride. The ones who'd started with scooters, bicycles, or wheelchairs? Unless they'd latched onto someone else, they wouldn't have lasted.

Rise seemed to get hurt way more than any of us did and it wasn't fair for her. "Bro, just be open and honest when we get there and tell her you're sorry. make her see you remember and hold her like you can't breathe without her in your life. beg if you have to do what needs to be done to get her back",I said as he nodded and wiped his face. We drove for three days before getting to a beautiful lakefront property and seeing Rose and the kids relaxing on the back deck.

Stopping anywhere in the East would be too risky. … The drive lasted for three days, with little breaks in between for sleep.I didn't have access to a drop of water let alone food.Not having a single penny in my pocket increased the weight of this already tough task. I stand there in one of the small towns where my car has stopped working, leaving me no option but to continue my walk.Little to no people in sight and when I went further in, almost every house looked abandoned. The sun was already setting.I need to find a place to spend the night before it gets dark and dangerous.

- he said and at the same moment a fireball hits his back. I stubbornly wanted to help him get up to run away with me, but seeing my mother getting closer and closer to the half-open door, I jumped up and run, feeling a new surge of energy, run to the car, got in from the driver's side, turned the ignition key, then I hit the gas and drove away with a screech of tires, my face flooded in tears. As Oliver had asked me to do, I didn't look back not even once, but just stared straight at the road ahead of me, and that continued until I passed the sign telling me I was leaving the city of Rome.

The trip took four days. Four days of watching the landscape change outside the windows. Cities became towns, towns became farmland, farmland became forests so thick that the trees pressed against the edges of the road like walls. The air got colder the further north we drove, and by the third day, I could see my breath inside the car when the heater cycled off.

I would have come home to pack my clothes even if I was going away for a trip, but I never once came home during this period. All of my things were at home, but I was gone. The neighbor left. Lori quickly took out her phone to call my best friend. "Hello, have you seen Chad recently?" My friend sounded puzzled on the other end of the call. "I was about to ask you the same question. It's been more than three months since I last saw him. Where did he go?" Lori was unable to answer my friend. Her fingers clenched the phone tightly, betraying her anxiousness.

The mountain air was a sharp contrast to the humid, suffocating weight of Jakarta. As the three figures ascended the narrow goat path, the world below began to dissolve into a tapestry of deep greens and morning mists. Dewangga walked with a steady pace, his body aching but his mind clearer than it had been in years. Behind him, Sarah guided Davian, who moved with a newfound, albeit fragile, determination. They reached a small stone hut perched on a ridge that overlooked a valley so deep the bottom was hidden by clouds. This was the sanctuary Sarah had promised—a place that didn't exist on any map, owned by a man who owed his life to a secret long buried.

John, Daniel, and Marcus It was early when the three of them hit the road toward the mountains. They were in no hurry. The plan was simple: drive through the mountain towns, explore trails, talk a little—or a lot—and, who knows, spend the night at a hotel. John drove his BMW with confidence, the visor of his helmet slightly ajar to feel the cold air on his face, as if the wind could somehow carry away the thoughts weighing on him. They spent the day winding through the twisting roads, stopping at lookouts and at a restaurant to stretch their legs.