The Boston skyline was grey, a murky pond lingered over the city, spilling it's contents down onto the streets bellow.
Jane watched the rain roll down her car windscreen and counted the seconds before the wipers screeched along the glass until the droplets had vanished, then it started again.
One, two, three, four, screech.
Jane flexed her hands around the steering wheel, she'd been sat in traffic for over twenty minuets, nothing was moving. She was already irritated, due to the lack of the sleep the previous night and had the haggard complexion to prove it. Purple crescents rested under her eyes and her skin was pale, she also had bruised knuckles from an encounter with her bed room door. The hinges were becoming stiff so it got harder to open the thing and proved tricky while drunk. Jane looked down at the graze, liking how the skin had broken and was still red and blotchy.
Jane noticed new things, things that she never paid attention to before. She was clumsy, more so now as she threw herself into her work, literally at times.
They'd solved three cases that week alone and nothing had stopped her from tackling one suspect in crowded mall. She had a nasty yellow bruise on her upper arm to pay for it.
The rain pounded down harder and the wipers screeched over her internal banter. Jane felt something behind her, not a physical being inside the car but something out side, lingering under the hum of hundreds of engines around her and the onslaught of fresh rain.
Jane looked ahead, it was still grid locked and glanced through her rear view mirror, she felt the hairs prickle on her neck. While her eyes still scanned behind her franticly, that's when she saw it. A truck was skidding, parting the surrounding cars like dominoes. She tried to focus in on the driver, the screen was covered in blood splatter. The truck ground cars into flattened heaps of glass and metal as it roared through the traffic.
"Oh shit" Jane struggled with her seat belt, in attempt to save herself. She had to save the others. Jane took glances around her, people were doing the same, running.
Jane finally wrenched herself from the seat and burst out of her car seconds before the truck slammed into her Subaru and tumbling onto it's side in a burning wreck.
Jane landed in a heap close to the wreckage. Her eyes glazed over and she crawled away, hearing crunching metal and glass behind her. Jane collapsed onto the pavement and lay on her back, panting like her body was hollow and she couldn't keep her air inside her. A truck. A huge steal rivet truck had tore apart the morning rush like a knife into butter.
Her hand slunk down to her belt to pluck her phone from it's holder.
Her concentration was wrenched up from her phone to the large industrial groan coming from the truck. Jane's eyes widened. It was going to blow. The cargo was popping and spitting from inside it's metal cage, flames burst from every rivet.
Jane scrambled to her feet and ran, all she knew was that she had to run. Jane screamed to others who escaped with minor injuries, to run.
Jane looked back at the heaps of burning metal and shattered glass.
That's the last her eyes bore witness to.