Tonia hopped into her black 1999 Ford Mustang. Snow had covered the
windshield. She cranked the key, but the vehicle wouldn't start. "Come on,
come on!" she grumbled as she pumped the gas petal. Slowly the engine
roared to life. Tonia opened the glove compartment and grabbed a snow
scraper, along with her leather gloves.
She slipped the insulated gloves onto her hands and stepped out of the vehicle. She quickly began to scrape the snow and ice off of her windshield. It peeled back in sheets, like peelings off of a pencil. She cleared off enough to be able to see, the scraped what she could off of the opposite side. She watched her breath steam before she stepped back into the car.
"Sure is cold out." She thought to herself. She turned up the heat in the mustang, and began to reload her nine-millimeter. "Time to get to the station." She whispered as she reversed out of the driveway. In the road, Tonia put the car in gear, and started off. She noticed that several houses had been forced open. Several people that usually were in the middle of the street were gone.
In fact, it seemed that no one was even there. Everyone was gone. The police station was only a few more blocks. She was busy looking for signs of life when she came to the wrought-iron gates of the Raccoon City Police department. Usually alive with sound and action, the station to looked dead.
She slipped the insulated gloves onto her hands and stepped out of the vehicle. She quickly began to scrape the snow and ice off of her windshield. It peeled back in sheets, like peelings off of a pencil. She cleared off enough to be able to see, the scraped what she could off of the opposite side. She watched her breath steam before she stepped back into the car.
"Sure is cold out." She thought to herself. She turned up the heat in the mustang, and began to reload her nine-millimeter. "Time to get to the station." She whispered as she reversed out of the driveway. In the road, Tonia put the car in gear, and started off. She noticed that several houses had been forced open. Several people that usually were in the middle of the street were gone.
In fact, it seemed that no one was even there. Everyone was gone. The police station was only a few more blocks. She was busy looking for signs of life when she came to the wrought-iron gates of the Raccoon City Police department. Usually alive with sound and action, the station to looked dead.