Novel & Cerita The Road

“We can’t use main roads. Freya would never believe we’d move someone as importnant as Alpha Celine along one of them, they’re too exposed.” She’s right, and the room murmurs in agreement. Victor steps up next, tapping his knuckle on the area between two ridgelines. “That leaves us with these two back roads. The eastern ridge road will be easier, wider, more manageable for the convoy. But the river road?” He pauses, meeting my eyes. “That one’s perfect for an ambush.” I nod my head, my gaze shifting towards the thinner line that snakes along the river. It’s dense there, trees, boulders, water. They could come at us from anywhere. It’s exactly where I’d plan an ambush if I were Crimsonclaw.

Mark exclaimed as he threw his arms into the air with disgust. “We don’t know if this is a public road,” Edwin said as he squatted next to Tim and inspected the road’s surface as best he could through its snowy covering. “This doesn’t look thick or well made. I’m guessing it was done privately to offset trucks driving on a muddy, rutted road.” “I can’t believe this,” Mark said as he adjusted his hat around his reddened ears. “Count me out.” “Fine,” Tim growled. “You go back to the cabin and pack us up. We’re leaving just as soon as we locate the girl.”

After Matilda had entered the car, Winston asked, "Where does Chad live?" "Temple Road." Winston was surprised when he heard the street's name. Matilda quickly said, "Temple Road is being demolished. It might be unsafe to drive on the road. You don't have to go." Winston was unexpectedly overjoyed. "It's fine. I was just thinking about going to Temple Road. I didn't expect you'd want to go there as well. Let's go!" Before Matilda could respond, Winston started the car. On the way, he asked Matilda numerous questions.

It's still kind of far to walk, but it's okay. "Is your home near the cafe?" someone asked, and I found colin walking beside me. "Hi! Three streets away from here. It's kind of far to walk. Where are you going?" I asked him. "I'll walk you home." "CARA!" someone shouted. It was Austin. He was on his motorcycle and went to us, "CARLON CALLED. YOUR DAD WAS FUMING MAD RIGHT NOW! YOU NEED TO HURRY, I'LL TAKE YOU HOME."

she muttered, but she followed the rhythm anyway. In. Hold. Out. The silver hummed hotly, resisting, then slowly slid back from the edges. Ahead, the road bent toward a major intersection—a natural bottleneck. On the corner, under the washed‑out glow of a streetlamp, a **CHECKPOINT** sign hammered into the asphalt reflected back their headlights.

I won't miss it, Conrad promises Carlos through the link, keeping her eyes on the road. "Fuck," she mutters, avoiding a massive pothole in the middle of the road. It wasn't there a few days ago when she drove down this road, and she makes a mental note to report it to the road committee. "Yeah, turn left up here; there's a parking lot," Scarlet instructs. Conrad does as she says, parking on the side of the road. It's not a very marked road; none of the ones near the prison are. There are no signs, and to know where you're going, you have to study the older maps.

[Welcome to Roadbound.] [This is a migration for all of humanity—and a flight with no finish line.] [Whether you were a billionaire or a beggar, you all start equal—one vehicle, one life.] [Your vehicle could be a plane, a tank, a taxi, a bicycle, a sports car, a fire truck, a subway train... Whatever you get, you'll automatically learn to drive it.] [The road beneath you stretches on forever. It's your only path forward.]

"I mean have you seen any canal or any water channel near....and you might have fallen in that after which you got your trauma or those nightmares." "It's on Millus road." I replied and she started looking at Ethan. Everyone fell silent. "Millus Road?" Dr. Sophia repeated after me. "Are you sure?" She asked and I nodded. "I'm 100% sure Dr.," I reassured her. "I can't forget that place where my life was changed or you can say stopped. I never moved on. Millus is the longest road without any turn or stop. So it's impossible to find a river near that road. I fell silent. I have no other thing to say or ask. She looked at me for some time and wrote something on the medical sheet.

Whatever it took, Amanda was determined to come out on top. The truck driver parked his vehicle along St. Louise Road, an isolated stretch that saw little traffic, especially at this hour. He adjusted his rearview mirror, keeping an eye out for Rachel’s car. The night was quiet, and he could hear the distant hum of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze.

This also caught Cara’s utmost attention, and she moved over to her side, curious about what was happening. “Shit! Are you fine?” “Yes, I am. But I’m scared. I’m on the dark side of the road.” She sounded scared, her voice cracking and trembling a little. “What the hell are you doing out in the middle of the road at this late hour?” The storm just subsided, and after all of that ferocious wind, it is not unlikely for any foreign things to have become dislodged and blown onto the road. It could be very hazardous to be out there. Not only that, the asphalt could still be wet and slippery.