Four Wheels Of Novels & Stories

The body was smooth and aerodynamic, with sharp, angular lines that gave it a sense of speed and agility. The windows were tinted, so Alexa couldn't see inside, but she imagined the interior was just as impressive. The wheels were big and bold, with glossy black rims that matched the paint job. The tires looked new and expensive, with deep treads that suggested they were designed for speed and performance.

He did not dare to say anything other than focus on parking his four-wheeled vehicle. ***

he asks. “I won’t you down,” I promise. After unloading vehicles into the condo, the men take off to place the boat into the water. “What vehicle are we driving to the store?” I ask. “Can we take Taylor’s car?” Reagan asks. “It only seats four,” I state. “We should take the Navigator,” Kennedy suggests. Containing my urge to laugh, I remind her. “The guys need it to unload the boat.”

"If you made it here in this storm, you must have at least four-wheel drive." Dante, never missing a chance to show off, especially in front of a pretty woman, even an irritated one, stepped forward with his smug grin. "Oh, absolutely," he said, gesturing vaguely toward the door as if the car might magically appear. "Latest-model Land Rover. Four-wheel drive, special snow tires, diesel heater, stability control… basically the perfect machine for these conditions." He was clearly posturing, puffing out his chest a little. "Great," the woman cut in flatly, holding out her hand, palm up, in an unmistakable gesture. "Keys."

Out in the open world, things were going smoothly for Eallric as he drove through the familiar highways (like Coalrior) which just like before, were filled with people, but this time around, all defunct. Eallric cringed everytime his novel Peugeot 404 ran over a body as it affected the car's balance or worse, caused the bones it ran over to crush into powder - or something like that. But still, he couldn't stop for a moment to check out anything and so he drove on.