Post by Kayleigh Adrienne Hawkins on Jul 23, 2011 16:36:37 GMT -6
The display panel on the bike beeped impatiently. Low battery. Please recharge flashed in urgent red letters.
Kayleigh scowled. The bike had been beeping at her for a battery recharge since she had left what remained of Springfield--she had intended on plugging the bike in, but there had not been a generator to be found within the entire city. Knowing the limits of the bike, she knew she could probably get to the outskirts of the city, maybe a couple miles beyond that, before the battery would crap out and the engine would shut off.
She revved the motor, speeding up, hoping to find someplace that looked like it would have any way of producing electric power--a generator would be ideal, but at this point, she would have taken a windmill if it meant not having to abandon her beloved little red Yamaha.
She was zipping across the Michigan Avenue bridge when she was forced to come to a complete stop, tires screeching against the pavement. Part of the bridge had been completely blocked off. Frowning, Kayleigh lowered the kickstand, pulled off her helmet, and dismounted, approaching the blockade to examine it. It was taller than any person she knew, and spanned the entire width of the bridge. A few small gaps could be found, but they were small enough that a child would have trouble passing through, much less a grown woman. If she wanted to, she probably could have climbed over the blockade and proceeded. However, she couldn't proceed on her bike. If she wanted to continue, she would have to do so on foot.
I don't think so. There might be another way around--there's got to be...
Her bike beeped again. "Battery is dead," a woman's cool, composed voice informed her. "Engine is shutting down."
"No no no no!" She hurried back over to the bike, desperately tapping at the display screen. "I thought you had enough battery to get out of the city!"
"Goodbye."
The engine shut off, leaving her staring at a now-dark display screen. She snarled in frustration, eyes growing dark.
"Mother fucker!"
Kayleigh scowled. The bike had been beeping at her for a battery recharge since she had left what remained of Springfield--she had intended on plugging the bike in, but there had not been a generator to be found within the entire city. Knowing the limits of the bike, she knew she could probably get to the outskirts of the city, maybe a couple miles beyond that, before the battery would crap out and the engine would shut off.
She revved the motor, speeding up, hoping to find someplace that looked like it would have any way of producing electric power--a generator would be ideal, but at this point, she would have taken a windmill if it meant not having to abandon her beloved little red Yamaha.
She was zipping across the Michigan Avenue bridge when she was forced to come to a complete stop, tires screeching against the pavement. Part of the bridge had been completely blocked off. Frowning, Kayleigh lowered the kickstand, pulled off her helmet, and dismounted, approaching the blockade to examine it. It was taller than any person she knew, and spanned the entire width of the bridge. A few small gaps could be found, but they were small enough that a child would have trouble passing through, much less a grown woman. If she wanted to, she probably could have climbed over the blockade and proceeded. However, she couldn't proceed on her bike. If she wanted to continue, she would have to do so on foot.
I don't think so. There might be another way around--there's got to be...
Her bike beeped again. "Battery is dead," a woman's cool, composed voice informed her. "Engine is shutting down."
"No no no no!" She hurried back over to the bike, desperately tapping at the display screen. "I thought you had enough battery to get out of the city!"
"Goodbye."
The engine shut off, leaving her staring at a now-dark display screen. She snarled in frustration, eyes growing dark.
"Mother fucker!"