It's been a long day a work. You're currently driving along the expressway back to your house. Your job decided to close early, as well as many other establishments, because of an outbreak of an infectious disease spreading, one that you've heard has been heading toward your town. Not many people seemed too worried though, since news reports have claimed that the government had everything under control. But now the city was advised to go home and stay indoors until further notice. You're a bit skeptical about all this. A massive plague? They made it seem like AIDS was a huge deal, but as time passed, it's not even too serious of an issue as they've made it seem. You know the news channels love to blow things out of proportion.
The road was shockingly empty for an expressway at five o'clock in the afternoon, you notice.
But you don't put too much thought into it, alot of people are probably following the news' directions right now.
As you realize that a few raindrops hit the front of your windshield, you suddenly hear sirens. You look through your rear view mirror and sigh as you see red and blue lights flashing behind you.
You pull over onto the side off the road, and the police car follows behind you. Once you stop the car, you make sure everything is in order. Your seatbelt is on, you have your wallet with your driver's license inside, and you know your car registration is in the glove compartment. You're pretty sure you weren't speeding, or driving irradically. So why did this officer decide to pull you over?
The enforcer of the law walks up to your car door, and you roll down the window. As the officer hunches over to look at you, you notice that this officer was female. She sported mid-length straight-ironed brown hair that stopped a bit past her shoulders. Although her aviator glasses hid her eyes, you can tell by her lips and the rest of her face that she was attractive.
"Uh, what seems to be the problem, officer? I wasn't speeding, was I?" You say.
The cop takes a second before replying, "No, you were driving okay. But I'm assuming you don't know that your left brake light is busted."
You mentally curse in your head. You know getting that brake light fixed will burn a good $50 in your pocket, "No, I wasn't aware."
She hums flatly in response. Not very friendly, this one, "License and registration, please."
She impatiently taps on the roof of your car as you take out your driver's license and registration. She takes it from you with a bit of a snatch and tells you to wait as she goes back to her patrol car.
Once she's out of sight, you hit you head against the cushion of your headrest. "I just wanna go home, all this isn't necessary." You groan quietly with a sigh.
As you reopen your eyes, you sense movement within your peripheral vision. You look out your car window and see a figure across the expressway. It was hard to see the full details, but you can tell it was a man. He seemed to be limping, slowly towards your car. As you squint your eyes to try to see him clearly, the officer returns, blocking your vision.
"That'll be a $50 ticket for driving with a faulty tail light." She tells you, handing you the ticket.
"Aw, come on. I swear that tail light must've just gone out, it was fine when I was on my way to work." You complain. The officer shows no sign of pity and nudges the ticket closer to your face, which you grudgfully take.
"Doesn't matter." She says. Her voice isn't deep, but it's firm and a bit lifeless. "And that reminds me, everyone is supposed to be home right now. Why are you still out here?"
"My boss just dismissed me, I'm on my way home now." You answer.
She quickly reanalyzes you before replying, "Mm-hmm. Where do you work?" |