Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Escape: Day 15

Word Count: 90,008

Summary of Events: 
Trace kept driving after the time when he usually stopped so as to hopefully catch up to the gangsters, and worried that he wouldn't get close enough fast enough. Dallis made her escape at the cost of another truck driver's life and hitched a ride with a trucker who worked for the same company Trace did. Trace got caught in the traffic backup behind the mess Dallis left behind in her escape and recognised the gangsters' cars in the wreckage, leaving him stunned. Dallis used the trucker's radio to get a hold of Trace and told him where she was before finding a place to hide out and wait for him as he started back north again . . .

Excerpt of the Day:
"It'd taken awhile, due to the detour Trace had chosen, for him to get beyond the wreckage — although he was sure it'd still been faster than just taking the I-75 northbound, being as the accident still wasn't fully cleaned up yet.
Now Dallis had told him she was north of Murfreesboro at the Roadman Truck Stop, which was a place Trace had stopped at occasionally, but with the route he'd gotten settled into he didn't usually end up pulling off there unless it was close enough to lunch.
It wasn't a bad place; like all truck stops, it was better than going to a fast food restaurant, and Trace would take truck stop food any day of the week. Fast food was only if he was pressed and it was the first thing he found.
Usually, though, he was able to find a truck stop — and he'd also become familiar with where a lot of them were so he could plan ahead — so he didn't have to stop at fast food restaurants that often.
A large green sign flashed by, announcing in reflective white letters that Murfreesboro was within a mile. He was almost there. He'd almost gotten Dallis back.
It seemed hard to believe, still, that Dallis would've gotten free, and the fact that she would've been able to do it in such an intensely spectacular fashion was rather startling as well — mainly that she would've been able to survive that.
Trace slowed down slightly and followed the signs over the road to find the exit he wanted to take him around the east side of Murfreesboro — which would be the faster way around — back to I-75.
Manoeuvring onto the exit ramp, Trace watched carefully until finally he was onto the ring road and making his way around Murfreesboro.
He checked his clock after he'd merged on fully and saw that it was only seven. If he was going to drive until ten he had another three hours of driving, so he'd probably just pick Dallis up at the truck stop and continue north for another couple of hours likely making it back to Nashville by ten.
Another sixteen hours of driving after that would get him nearly to Sioux Falls, if he wasn't mistaken anyways, and then, hopefully, they would be able to make for the border.
Except there was still the hitch: her passport wasn't ready yet — or at least he was certain of as much, being as he hadn't been called about it like they'd agreed — so if they weren't able to get her passport at Sioux Falls they might end up stuck there again.
Trace sighed. He hoped he'd get the call that Dallis' passport was ready and waiting at Sioux Falls in the next day of driving. He didn't want to be stopped up at Sioux Falls again, even though he couldn't guarantee that the gangsters would be after them again."

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