Rumbling Noise When Driving の小説・ストーリー

Sabrina squeezed my hand in hers. The wind howled in protest, a deafening cacophony that threatened to consume everything in its path. The tires shrieked and smoked, the acrid smell of burning rubber hanging heavy in the air like a malignant specter. The car's body vibrated with raw power and I pressed my back against the chair, its metal heart pounding out a primal rhythm that seemed to synchronize with the very beat of our own hearts.

His tone is calm but sharp enough to make the driver stiffen. I lean forward slightly, trying to see through the windshield. The vehicles ahead of us have stopped as well, blocking the road completely. Even the cars behind have halted. Then I hear it. A deep, guttural growl. It vibrates through the forest like thunder. The sound is so heavy it seems to shake the air itself. My stomach tightens. “What… was that?” I whisper. Another growl echoes through the trees, louder this time. The driver shifts nervously in his seat.

And I fear that I may never truly know the man he has become, which saddens me deeply. The sound of his fist colliding with the steering wheel resonates loudly in the small confines of the car. The shrill honking of the horn adds to the chaos as we navigate through the winding roads of the countryside. Despite the commotion, I try to remain composed, not even flinching or blinking as he growls in frustration.

“Yes, It’s a shortcut. Don’t worry.” Don’t worry. Easy for him to say that with such calmness. I hugged myself slightly, trying to ignore the way my heartbeat had started picking up for no reason. Then- I heard ….. A sound. It was low, …… Deep like a …. A growl. My head snapped up. “Did you hear that?” The driver frowned. “What?” My eyes snapped around to find what noise that was. “That sound…” Before he could answer- Something slammed into the front of the car. “OH MY GOD-!” The car jerked violently as the driver lost control for a second, swerving to the side before hitting the brakes hard.

His fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, tightening… tightening… Then… BAM! His fist collided with it. “ Fuck!” His voice came out rough, broken, like something tearing out of his throat. He dragged in a breath but it didn't help. His fingers clenched again around the wheel, veins standing out against his skin, then loosened… then clenched again. “ Fuck… fuck… fuck!” Another hit. This time harder. Cars flashed by his burning eyes. His head dropped with his teeth gnashing and his breathing turned heavier, more unstable.

Creeeeak. "Confirmed," Cale said. "Auditory marker established." They reached the street. The noise hit Cale like a physical wave. Sirens. Cars. People talking. A jackhammer in the distance. He flinched, his hand tightening on Elion’s shoulder. "Too much?" Elion asked. "High volume," Cale said. "Processing." He closed his eyes for a second. He isolated the sounds. Car engine: Combustion. Irregular firing on cylinder four.

The roaring of sound fills the air, the reverberations of screeching tires creating a symphony of adrenaline and excitement that resonates deep within me. My eyes gleam with excitement as I observe the other drivers in action, the thrill of the competition pulses through me, fueling my own determination as I wait for my turn to take the stage. When my turn finally arrives, I can feel my heart racing with excitement as I rev the engine of my car, the powerful sound reverberating through the air.

But, the Camry was just a few feet away so it would, either way, be the first destination. Taking a single step towards our car, I could tell something was up. Looking at the blue sedan I could see it lightly rock side to side. Slowly and deliberately it shook. Squeaking as it jolted. The sound of metal was merciless. As I approached I could even hear grunts. Satisfied grunts. Rhythmic grunts. With each step, a new sound emerged. Wet slippery noises. Adjoined with the grunts and the squeaking. It grew louder as I moved up the blind spot.

I felt their fear, but I also felt the resolve hardening their muscles. Then, the vibration started. It wasn't a sound at first. It was a tremor in the soles of my boots. Subsonic. Rhythmic. Dust danced on the hood of a rusted car. A loose pane of glass in a skyscraper shattered. The sound tore through the air—a deep, rhythmic thudding. Each beat hit like a fist against the earth’s crust. It rattled my teeth. It settled in my molars. The army went silent.

It's dark, but not completely so, as light leaks through crevices. The car grumbles and vibrates, stopping and starting irregularly with jolts that bang my forehead against some metal object; a car jack I think. My face stings where I scraped the ground earlier. My spine strains at my unnatural posture. Outside; the sounds of other traffic; a lot of it, as though we are travelling through a city centre; the grind of engines, the hooting of horns, occasional shouting and swearing. My arms are still locked behind me, the plastic ties digging in. My fingertips feel swollen and numb at the same time. My ankles are much the same. With some difficulty, I shuffle along a little to stop the jack jam