Leaf Green Route 12 の小説・ストーリー

Dasher, Georgia Cullen stood beside the white Ford pickup truck. He was waiting for Micah to join them. Micah had scented Fern near Johnson Road and again near Glen Road. Looking at a map, he noticed that Laurel Grove Road joined the two previous roads. He had instructed Marco and Micah to do a quick survey of the side roads and farms between the two locations they scented her.

The lime green 1980 Ford Pinto station wagon groaned as it crested a hill, its chassis rattling like a box of loose nails. The engine emitted a rhythmic, sickly wheeze, but somehow, the metal beast surged forward, cutting through the absolute dark of a road that didn't appear on any GPS. This was a "Vein Road",a back way into Calabasas that stitched together fragments of the physical forest with pockets of the Gray. To the human eye, it was a deer trail; to those with the sight, it was a shimmering, emerald-black ribbon of half-realized asphalt.

How was it possible for such a simple nuzzle to release burning fireworks of pleasure, leaving my skin tingling? Driving for so long I had little else to do but watch the view. I realised we had driven a peculiar route. Greenway was to the south-east of the continent. Fyrestone at its centre but its sheer cliffs and landscape could not be driven straight through. Instead of the shorter route, south through Alpha Frank’s Juro, full of mines, oil and excavation, we headed north.

"What?" "Beside riverwood park," I said a little louder. "What?" "Beside riverwood park, dumbass." I shouted this time, looking at him straight in the eyes. It was supposed to be a mistake. I wasn't suppose to look into his eyes because I'll get nightmares out of it. But I noticed something. His eyes aren't green. They're blue now. What? Brayden must've noticed me staring. "Yes?" "Your eyes- I mean, um, nevermind."

Ethan followed, careful to maintain as much distance between them as the backseat would allow. “So, where exactly am I taking you two today?" Earl asked, adjusting his rearview mirror until his kind eyes caught Lydia's in the reflection. “The Crescent Moon Café in Silverbrook." Ethan removed his sunglasses, folding them carefully into his shirt pocket. "Take the northern route. Avoid the main roads." "Alright then." Earl nodded, putting the car in gear. "Northern route it is." Lydia looked out at the houses going by, further and further apart, until they were in dark woods, seeing only occasional glimmers of distant rooftops.

I could feel Geoffrey momentarily looking at me while he's driving. "Piss off Geoff, don't look at me, look at the road." I stated. I heard him chuckling and saw him nod. The ride was unbelievably short, I kind of want to drive in the city much longer. I was too busy focusing on a black hole inside my chest, you can't see it, but you feel it. It's making me weak and incomplete. "Here you go." I flew back from my thoughts when Geoffrey spoke.

"Quickly! We can't afford to waste time. I saw Zach and Yolanda heading into the forest. We can catch up if we move fast enough." Before James could cut the engine, he found himself being pulled out by Summer. This forest on Greenleaf Road, also known as Greenleaf Forest, was a green belt in the suburbs of Rosseera City. The ground here was flat, the soil was damp, and there was lush foliage everywhere. Its remote location meant it was seldom traversed, lending an air of desolation and unease to the surroundings. With only the faint glow of her phone to guide them, Summer proceeded cautiously, the occasional vine posing a threat to their footing.

“Speed up. Turn left at the next intersection and take the road inside the airport. Only vehicles with permits are allowed on that road. It won’t be shown on regular navigation apps. I’ve sent you the route to your phone.” Her phone lit up on the passenger seat. A message appeared on the screen, along with a simple map. A green route wound its way across the black map, like a glowing snake. She glanced at it, memorized the locations of two key turns, then turned her attention back to the road ahead.

“Trucking corridor.” “Yeah,” Roger said. “Warehouses. Distribution nodes. Drop lots. Places where a trailer can sit overnight without anyone asking questions.” I stared at the wall board behind him—my sticky notes suddenly needing an update. “Okay,” I said, voice level. “Show me.” Roger slid a printed map across the desk toward me. It had highlighted routes, circles, and dates. “You’re going to love this,” he said. “Kline had three consistent paths in and out of the county. The one that matters—Route 19 to County Line—runs right along the edge of Mercer’s development sites.”

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************