#honda accord radio

[jrnerad]

2024 Acura TLX Type S: Sports Sedan or Luxury Sedan?

Acura says the TLX Type S is the quickest, best-handling all-wheel-drive sedan in its history. But can it provide its unique brand of performance in the midst of a brutal Maine winter? That’s what Co-Host Chris Teague set out to find this past week as he road-tested the car. Certainly the 2024 version of the Type S has the specs to get the job done. It features improved throttle response in the…

[caraudioexpertaustralia0]

Headunit With Carplay For HONDA ACCORD 8TH 2008-2013 HIGH | 9INCH

Headunit With Carplay For HONDA ACCORD 8TH 2008-2013 HIGH | 9INCH

[yahoo-a-post]

Jamming away to a great song.

Nice evening! Look at the clear sky!

Waiting in the parking lot jamming away loved one should be okay at the clinic 👌 😌

[uzumaki-rebellion]

An Alex Cross Joint Mission

Alex Cross & The Heartbreak Brotherhood Part 1

Main Cast: Alex Cross, John Clark, and Terry Richmond, Black Female OC.

Warning(s): 18+, Explicit Sex, Violence, Murder, Mystery, Thriller, and Drama. Grown Folks Shit.

Summary: Homicide Detective Alex Cross must join forces with former elite Navy SEAL John Clark, and former marine MCMAP instructor Terry Richmond to solve the mystery of a murderous stalker seeking revenge on all three of them. The only connection the men have to each other is a sexy femme fatale they each had an intimate relationship with recently.

Word count: 1.8K

Dedicating this one to @nahimjustfeelingit-writes !

"Six minutes

Six minutes

Six minutes Doug E. Fresh

You're on…"

Doug E. Fresh—"The Show"

Alex Cross bounced around in the front seat of his Ford Explorer in time to the old Hip Hop song blasting on his radio. From the rearview mirror he glimpsed his nine-year-old son Damon and seven-year-old daughter Jannie rolling their eyes at him.

"Y'all don't know nothing about this. Nana Mama used to play this for me when I was little to hype up my day."

Both of his children ignored him as he bobbed his head in time to Doug E. Fresh and the Get Fresh Crew's "The Show". He told a little white lie to them. It was his mother who used to play it for him when he was four years old, before she passed away from a drug overdose. Alex avoided mentioning his mother because it would remind his children of their own mother, who died in a drive-by shooting a couple of years ago. The pain was still tender, yet he wanted to get them excited about going to a church picnic with Nana Mama and other children from the community center he volunteered for.

Alex had other plans for himself that afternoon. He was going to meet a beautiful woman he'd been spending time with for the past six weeks whenever she was in town. A fellow doctorate in psychology, Sasha worked for a global PR firm and traveled a lot for her job. They'd recently become intimate, and the sex was mind-blowing for him. Nothing interested him more than a sexy, intelligent woman with a body for days. He'd been reluctant to take the next step with Sasha, preferring to keep their sporadic dates platonic and fun. Spending time with her without a commitment allowed him to dip his toe back into the dating scene without pressure. She was flexible, not put off by him being a widow with children, and seemed to always know when to give him space for his home life. After four weeks of seeing each other, he crossed over into intimacy easily with her. Sasha was hard to resist. Forty-two days in, he had an itch for her that needed scratching.

He pulled into the parking lot of the Holy Comforter- St. Cyprian Catholic Church. Nana Mama stood by her Blue Honda Accord with her best friend Mrs. Whitman, waiting for them. He turned down the music and watched his children jump out from the back, grateful to be freed from Dad's old-time music. He stepped out of the car for a minute.

"I'll see you guys later…hey, have fun today," he said.

Damon and Jannie nodded, running over to Nana Mama's car. Alex's grandmother had to do some earlier prep work at the church kitchen and he agreed to drop his children off later, before he met up with Sasha at the National Mall.

"Are you sure you and Sasha don't want to hang with us? We'd like to meet your new girlfriend," Nana Mama said.

She gave him a teasing grin, and Mrs. Whitman chuckled.

"No, I'm not ready to bring people around the kids yet," he said.

He leaned over and kissed Nana Mama's cheek. Jumping back into his car, he waved at Damon and Jannie. Changing the music on the radio to something more adult contemporary, he headed for a grown-up picnic on the National Mall. He'd also been a little proactive in reserving a luxury hotel room. The four times they'd had sex had been in hotel suites that she booked while in town. She lived in Maryland when not traveling, and they both stayed cautious with their personal lives interacting just yet. They were still in the getting-to-know-each-other phase with fucking thrown into the equation now. He made plans to wine and dine her later that evening after a long "nap" at the hotel. Nana Mama knew not to wait up for him because he wanted to spend as much time with Sasha as he could before she jetted off to solve some other public figure's national reputation.

Traffic slowed him up, but he didn't fret. It was a sunny day with blue skies and he was on his way to have some adult fun after a stressful week of work. He had some vacation time stacked up, and he wanted to convince Sasha to run off to Vegas for a weekend. Janet Jackson would start her music residency there and he snagged some tickets because Sasha was a huge fan.

He parked his car in the visitor parking lot on Ohio Drive and strolled toward the spot where they would meet, carrying a fancy bottle of wine in a bag. Sasha texted a picture of herself to his phone, blowing him a kiss, letting him know she provided all the goodies for their day. All he had to do was show up. This was part of Sasha's routine on their dates. She'd plan something special or spontaneous and give him the locations to meet her where she'd make him feel like a king. He reciprocated when he could, but Sasha was part of the jet set, often overseas. Most of their time together had to be centered on her schedule of availability.

Alex wandered past other people who had the same plans to picnic in the sun. He looked around for the familiar gorgeous face with the dark mocha skin as soft as a rose petal and those lush lips he so wanted to kiss right then and there. Sasha was so fine that it made him step up his dating game, which had always been above solid before he was even married.

Checking the location pin she sent him, Alex surveyed the surroundings. She had to be late, or moved to a different spot. Quite a few tourists meandered about taking pictures. Perched on a picnic table, a light brown-skinned Black man in expensive maroon jogging fits stared at his smartphone. He glanced at Alex with green eyes and gave the international Black man head nod of "W'sup." Alex returned the nod and moved past him, keeping an eye out for his date.

Another Black man glanced around the area near Alex, checking his phone, too. He eyed Alex and dropped his gaze back to his phone as it dinged a message for him. The man grinned at his phone and faint dimples popped in his cheeks. He had on comfortable tan cargo pants and a tight, long-sleeved white shirt.

Alex sported a light blue sweater with pale blue drawstring casual pants. D.C. weather was always fickle later in the fall. Warm one minute, chilly the next.

Ten minutes went by and Alex started fidgeting while waiting. He finally pulled out his smartphone from his pants pocket and called her number.

"Sasha, I'm at the spot for our picnic. No worries if you're running late. Just wanted to make sure I'm in the right location," he said.

The green-eyed man on the bench stared at Alex when he said Sasha's name out loud. So did the dimpled dude near him. He heard a distant sound of something popping like a firecracker or a whip snapping suddenly. One woman let out a terrifying scream as her companion, another woman, fell face forward onto the ground. Dead.

A sharp, hot pressure radiated in Alex's left shoulder and several more people screamed as a blood stain bloomed like a rose and ruined his good sweater. The shock of being shot hadn't registered in his brain yet as he noticed the dimpled man near him take a grazing on the hip from the same bullet that exited Alex's body. Another shot tried to take the stranger down again, but the dimpled man jumped behind the picnic table as the green-eyed man dove over the side joining him, just missing getting struck himself by another two bullets that went through the picnic table and bench.

Alex dropped to the ground and yelled at other potential victims to run and hide. From his position on the ground, he pressed a hand against his shoulder, using his sweater to help staunch the flow of blood.

"You okay, man?" the dimpled man asked.

"Yeah, clean shot through me…you?"

"I'll live. Bullet that hit you nicked me."

Green eyes used his phone to call 911. The dimpled man looked in the direction of the gunshots.

"That's a roof shot with a high caliber rifle. A good mile away. I'm guessing the museum over there from this angle," dimples said.

Police sirens blared in the distance, so did fire trucks.

No more shots were fired.

The green-eyed man glanced at Alex's wound.

"Keep putting pressure on it," green eyes said. "I think we should stay here until help arrives. Those shots weren't random. The first shot that hit that woman was meant for me. It looked like she got in the way by accident. You were next…and then you. This was a planned hit. Someone aimed all those bullets at us."

"I'm Alex," Alex said, lifting himself to rest against the picnic bench.

He needed to collect information from these men.

"I'm Terry," green eyes said,

"John," the dimpled man added reluctantly.

"Who would want the three of us taken out? We don't even know each other," Alex mumbled to himself.

"I heard you mention a name when you made a phone call before the shots happened…Sasha," John said.

"Yeah, she was my date today," Alex said.

"What she look like?" Terry interjected.

Alex grunted and pulled out his cell phone with his right hand. He swiped a screen to the last text photo he received.

"That's her," Alex said.

Terry's eyes narrowed, and John's lips curled down into a frown. They each pulled out their phones and showed Alex the same photo and text from Sasha.

"What the hell is this?" Alex said.

Cops and paramedics arrived on the scene. Alex left Nana Mama a message on her phone, and then contacted his best friend and partner on the force, John Sampson, who arrived soon after the paramedics lifted him onto the back of their ambulance. Terry stayed around to answer questions, but John had disappeared.

On the ride to the hospital, Alex wracked his brain trying to figure out who his lover Sasha really was. Had she set them all up for murder in one fell swoop? What had he done to warrant her plotting something like that? Or was someone else behind it? John vanished without a trace, and that seemed suspicious, but would he take a chance of getting wounded like that if he were part of the nefarious plot?

Alex closed his eyes.

The first chance he got, he was going to investigate the two men that were marked for death with him.

A.N.:

Giving y'all a taste now. I'll be working on adding updates in spring of 2025, so bookmark it! I have so much to write in other fandoms, lol! I haven't watched the series yet, but Aldis is that dude and I have been waiting to write something for him. So combining him with two other hot men is a treat!

[shift-shaping]

If anders had a car what would he have

Choice 1: former taco truck that still says "CRISPY TAD'S TACO TRUCK" in really faded letters on the side, except the TR in TRUCK have been graffitied over into an F. air conditioning works but never shuts off. no license plate. he's never opened the freezer and never will.

Choice 2: 2003 honda accord with a bunch of cat-related bumper stickers. passenger seat is gone. can't open glove box because there are too many napkins inside.

Choice 3: station wagon with mismatched wheels. rear bumper no longer present. one window has been replaced with a trash bag. radio stolen in 1997 and never replaced. 1/4 chance a random dude is sleeping in it at any time.

[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

Call me old school but "modern" cars are way too overkill.

My car (a used 2010 Honda accord) was totalled and I'm currently renting a 2018 Ford edge from my insurance company while I find a new vehicle.

Now driving this thing feels like driving a damn spaceship or the DeLorean from Back to the Future. There's just so many damn buttons, dials, lights, and just fluff in the dash and center console it's straight up hard to drive. On closer inspection, at least 5 buttons control the light above the driver and passenger's head.

Like what is all this??? Why do we need this many buttons???

And the stick for changing gears? It's that little dial in the second photo. You swivel it to change whether you're in park, reverse, drive, etc. I feel like it's gonna just randomly pop into a different gear while I'm driving!

And why the touch screen?? We don't need a massive ipad embedded in the console! Touch screens are not safe to drive with! I almost got in another accident trying to turn down the AC because I have no tactile feedback in the controls!

By old car was built like this:

Most of those buttons were for the radio. Dials for the AC and how to direct it, and those dials clicked when you moved them so you could tell how far they'd moved. The stick shift clunked when you moved it so you could tell how many times it had been moved and you felt it lock into place. Only a couple buttons on the steering wheel, three for cruise control, three for the audio system. And even this was the most buttons I had to learn ever! I'd argue some of the 'features' in that car were kinda useless and needless to have and just took up space!

Maybe I'm just crotchety and old (I'm 24 lol) but we don't need all this shit in cars! It's straight up distracting and unnecessary. It's a car. It gets you from point A to point B. I don't think you'd ever catch my driving a car any newer than like 2014.

[mitchipedia]

I loved the Radio Shack TRS-80 Model 100

I used a Radio Shack TRS-80 Model 100 computer in the 1980s, and loved it.

I worked for a community daily newspaper, the New Jersey Herald in Newton, NJ, 1985-89. I drove 40 minutes each way from the newsroom to cover city government meetings in Vernon, NJ. After the meeting, I’d write my article on the Model 100 in the lobby of the city municipal building.

To submit the article, I’d use a gadget called an “acoustic coupler.” This was two suction cups with speakers and microphones inside them, attached to each other by wires and plugged into the computer by another wire. I’d drop a bunch of quarters into the phone—later I used a calling card—punch the number into the phone, attach a suction cup each to the earpiece and mouthpiece of the payphone, press a couple of buttons on the Model 100, and the article would upload automatically to the newspaper publishing computer. It took a minute or two to finish. Connetions were shockingly slow then. When the article was done, I’d call in to the newsroom to double-check to be sure the article made it and then hop in my Honda Accord and drive back, chain-smoking the whole way.

When I arrived at the newsroom, my editor would have already edited the article and it would be ready for my revision.

I suppose I’d like to play with a Model 100 for a minute sometime in the future, but I have no desire to own one today. Today’s technology is so much nicer. Still, the Model 100 was great for its day.

Photo by NapoliRoma - Own work, Public Domain, Link

[nostalgiavoid]

I drive a 2007 Honda Accord Value Package, and one of the many little quirks it's got is that the radio speakers have a soldering defect and the speakers only work in certain weather conditions, usually colder weather, so fall and winter are "radio season" for me.

I've been collecting CDs this year, and have a vast selection to choose from. I've got a stack of various genres in the console of my car. Lately I've been listening to Nirvana's "Nevermind" on repeat, and when Sam went grocery shopping with me today he remarked on the music.

"This isn't your normal 'screamo'"

"It's Nirvana."

I love the fall weather, but it's especially nostalgic this year now that I've got CDs in the car. I've been in a depressive episode ever since the election results, but this one little thing can bring a moment of light into my day, even if it fades once I leave the car.

[doomandgloomfromthetomb]

Yo La Tengo - Idiot's Delight with Vin Scelsa, WNEW, December 28, 1997

If all had gone according to plan, I would've seen Yo La Tengo (AKA The Best Band) live in concert for the first time in many many years this past week. Alas! Georgia Hubley underwent knee surgery recently, putting her out of commission for a bit, pushing the shows back to early next year. It's OK — I am sure that Georgia will return more powerful than ever.

In the meanwhile, let's check out this vintage radio broadcast, freshly uploaded by friend of the blog Dave Marin. James McNew is on winter break, so it's the Georgia & Ira show here on Idiot's Delight, which means we get to hear some fairly unique arrangements: an acoustic "Sugarcube," a drum-machine-led "Little Honda" and a terrific acoustic re-imagining of "Autumn Sweater." You're also going to get a lovely cover of Dave Davies' Kinks deep cut "This Man He Weeps Tonight," which is true perfection.

Elsewhere, host Vin Scelsa tries to draw Kaplan and Hubley out on a possible sample of The Who's "Armenia City In The Sky" hidden secretly within the grooves of "Moby Octopad" ... but once he actually plays the songs, his theory is disproven. I can see what Vin means, though!

[lil-shiro]

the first car I ever drove/learnt to drive in was a beat up Honda accord made the same year I born that my dad bought and fixed up for $3000. the AC barely worked, there wasn't even aux, but there was a sunroof and a radio so I guess that was all I needed. the lack of backup camera meant I learned to reverse with an arm around the other seat of the car, so in the end it was worth it since that's fucking hot

[carsforsaleinusa]

Super Clean Honda Accord runs n drives no issues at all,everything works,fresh oil change, new brakes,sunroof,leather interior,Bluetooth radio,tinted windows,fully loaded v6 ,feel free to come check it out today 3500$$$ solddddddddddd

[caraudioexpertaustralia0]

Headunit With Carplay For HONDA ACCORD 7TH | 2007 | 10 INCH

[elegantgrace]

Gun For Hire 0.0

Beginning disclaimer: This is a mercenary for hire X Task Force 141, the mercenary is a female. But take it as you will ☺️ Thank you for reading and I won’t hold you up any longer, enjoy! 💚

‘I don’t trust what’s going down in Las Almas, you’re on deck, keep your head down, don’t get caught. -W1’

I watch the message pop up on my screen, the dark background contradicting the blip, following the message, a bank deposit of $4,000, and the smile that rarely crosses my lips pulls up.

Clicking my tongue and stretch my neck, rolling my head in a circle and side to side before rising to my feet, thankfully living close to the border already. Las Almas just twelve hours out. Grabbed my pre-packed bag I head for the door and to my vehicle, a shitty ‘91 Honda Accord but whatever kept a low profile, I was happy with it, and I took off.

———

Twelve hours later

Parking my vehicle and killing the lights I wait on the streets for anything unusual, the storm heavy in the sky and I frown, could have looked up the weather forecast before traveling but not packing anything heavy is everything I lived by. I roll down the long sleeves squeezing my upper arm and reach into my glove compartment, pulling out a pistol checking the ammunition and grabbing onto my holster as I attach it to my waist.

The streets seemed dead for the most part, as dark military grade vehicles pulled through the cobblestone streets, men in dark gear jumping out of them raised their guns and pointed them towards civilians, and I shrunk down in the drivers seat. The screams are what made me grit my teeth, my jaw clenching as the rounds went off, something was indeed wrong.

More vehicles drove past as other men started walking the streets, two men walking toward my car with flashlights on and I turned the safety off on my gun, “I don’t see shit” one whispered

“They’re special forces, of course they got away”

“Shut up and keep looking”

The lights went into my window and I glared at the two men, “get out of the vehicle” one spoke behind a mask and I sat up, reaching for the handle. I step out, keeping my gun hidden behind my thigh before inhaling.

“You’re killing innocents” I say causing a fit of chuckles from one of the men.

“Darling, nobody’s truly innocent” he spoke before reaching for the trigger, I raise my gun and shoot two rounds to the head and point the gun at the other man.

“Easy now” he spoke and I only smiled.

“I would, but I assume I’m getting paid to kill you fucks” I chuckle before shooting his shoulder causing him to cry out in pain before I approach him and grab his own gun and shot him in the head. Cold? Sure. But this is about money, and morals.

Quickly ducking into the shadows with just my pistol again I watch a man stumble into the streets, his shoulder bleeding and his body shaking, he leaned against the brick corner and tried for the radio at his hip, “this is Bravo 7-1, in the blind, how copy?…” his words quiet. “Ghost this is 7-1, do you copy?” His voice sounding urgent and I tap my phone in my front pocket, thinking.

So much money, for an unclear assignment. But the names sounded familiar, something Laswell ran across with me, making sure I knew who was apart of the team in case of emergencies. I watched him make for the main road and fall to his hands and knees.

“I see” is all I say as I make for the man.

~.~.~.~.~.~

End Disclaimer: This is based on a CharacterA.I I created! The first scene is kicked off with Soap falling in Las Almas in Modern Warfare 2

Check it out for support! And I hope to see you soon 💚

[euryalex]

Resident Evil: Genesis

After her partner is brutally murdered in front of her, Joey Hudson is transferred to Raccoon City, leaving Great Falls, Montana, where she’s lived her entire life. Turns out, she asked to be transferred after following a lead about her partner, Danny's, murderer. While Danny’s death was covered up as an accident, despite Joey’s report that he was attacked, she only grew more suspicious and decided to dig deeper. Her search led her to Umbrella Corporation – based in Raccoon City, Illinois, which is why she transferred: to get to the root of the problem.

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Let me know if you want to be tagged when the next chapter releases!

Major thanks to @cobb-vanthss and @inafieldofdaisies for your help, and to everyone who replied to the WIPs I posted 💖

Chapter 1: Welcome to Raccoon City

Joey Hudson never liked driving at night, especially during the hot summer weather when the aircon in her car was broken. The headlights of her dad’s old rusty Honda did nothing to light up the road, which formed a dark wall surrounding her. There was no traffic due to the time, but despite that, she drove way below the speed limit anyway. The heat made her dizzy, and the last thing she wanted was to faint behind the wheel.

According to the map, now resting on the passenger seat, the motel she’d booked a room in was close, and she could finally sleep. Then, she could wake up early and continue her trip to Raccoon City. She had it all planned out: She’d focus on her career, but not too much so that her coworkers still invite her to after-work drinks at a nearby bar called Atlas Raccoon. She’d be designated driver – not that she didn’t like drinking, but she liked living, thank you very much – and arrive home around eleven PM in her already furnished apartment. She enjoyed planning things out. 

Once she found her footing in the city, she’d look for friends outside the police department, get to know the people, and maybe – a hefty emphasis on maybe – find someone to settle down with. 

She was ready to leave her past of Great Falls behind and everyone she used to know along with it. 

The welcome sign of Sunshine Motel awaited her in the distance, one of its two lights flickering. The parking lot was largely empty and ominously silent. Joey didn’t know what to expect, but something felt off. 

She brushed off the feeling, blaming it on anxiety due to her new job. The street lamps lighting up the parking lot were nearly dying, only filling Joey with more dread. There was something – no, someone, and she could feel their presence. Yet, when she looked around, there was no one to be found. 

Hesitantly, she pulled out the black duffle bag, which was resting on the backseat, before she took immediate steps to the reception. 

The warm summer air did little to cool her down, and the reception wasn’t much better, despite a fan at the desk cooling the room at its highest setting. A radio on a drawer unit near a window played a slow jazz song. Random clutter filled the desk, and posters of Raccoon City, either showcasing its new businesses or asking for help, covered the walls. A dusty computer at the desk showed the screensaver, showing that someone hadn’t been there in a while. Judging by the desk chair, which was shoved backwards, Joey came to the conclusion that someone might’ve left in a hurry. 

Nonetheless, she tapped on the call bell and waited. And waited. And waited... 

She blinked to stay awake as a yawn overtook her. Annoyed, she tapped the call bell a few more times, this time more aggressively. She just wanted to sleep – was that too much to ask? 

A door, tucked away in a hallway away from the reception, creaked open, and Joey sighed in relief. 

“Finally,” she breathed, “Sorry, I just want to get to my room...” 

She trailed off as her gaze fell on the figure approaching her. The woman had brown, graying hair. She wore a lilac V-neck cardigan sweater covering a white floral t-shirt and a purple skirt that reached below her knees. But that wasn’t what Joey was focusing on. 

Instead, she took note of the glazed-over, pale eyes, the blood covering her otherwise neat clothes, her dishevelled hair... The woman’s arms were raised, reaching for Joey. Her left shoulder reached lower, probably due to a part of her neck that was bit off. 

Joey recognized the look. She’d seen it only a few weeks prior before she’d been transferred to Raccoon City. But she’d never forget it. 

“Hold on, I’ll take a look,” Danny said, unbuckling his seat belt and opening the door of the patrol cruiser. Joey looked up from her milkshake, ready to put it down in the cupholder, as she looked at the body on the road with worried eyes. She mentally cursed her partner – she liked working with him, but clearly, they needed to work on, well, working together. 

He kneeled next to the lifeless body, putting two fingers on their neck as he checked for a pulse. A moment that seemed like an eternity passed, and he stood up, turning to Joey with a blank face. He shook his head and Joey sighed. Another poor unfortunate soul whose death would need to be solved. 

Joey took the radio and gestured to him, letting him know she’d call 911. 

“Dispatch? This is four-Alpha-Alpha-Foxtrot-seven-five, requesting-” 

But she couldn’t finish her sentence. 

She looked up briefly, but that was enough to see the once-lifeless corpse stand up on shaky legs. It struggled to balance until it latched onto Danny’s shoulders, swiftly biting into his flesh at the jaw. Danny met Joey’s gaze as she looked in horror. Danny fell to the ground, his body hitting the asphalt, but that didn’t stop the corpse from feasting on his flesh. 

Joey got out, the sounds of the car door opening alerting the killer. Its cold, empty eyes met Joey’s, and she didn’t hesitate to pull out her gun. There was no hesitation that this was no mere human, but she still ordered the person to stand back. 

It stood up, stumbling over Danny’s body instead, and Joey shot, the bullet flying through the shoulder. But, unfortunately, that didn’t stop it either. She fired again, hitting its chest, and it fell. For a brief, fleeting moment, Joey felt relief, but the moment was quickly cut short when it somehow got up again. 

Joey’s eyes widened, and she forced herself to aim for the head. 

Now it stayed down for good. 

But Danny didn’t. 

As the thing that killed him fell on him, he seemingly awoke. His neck cracked as he turned over, crawling out from under the body. He was fixated on Joey, crawling as he struggled to stand up like a newborn deer. 

“This can’t be happening...” she muttered to herself as she stepped backwards. 

Danny’s once hazel eyes were now a sickly white color, with its veins more apparent. Every bone and joint in his body made a crunching noise, and Joey had to take deep breaths to keep herself from vomiting. The missing part of his face, which showed off how part of his denture was missing, didn’t help either. 

She had to do something, but she couldn’t. 

“Hello? Hello?! This is Dispatch, requesting communication!” 

Joey returned to the car, slamming her door shut before crawling into the driver’s seat. Danny always left the keys in the ignition, something Joey always scolded him for – but this time, she was glad. 

Danny – or what was left of him – had finally found a way to stand up. The headlights lit up his disfigured features. She couldn’t let him live. It was too dangerous, but how could she be the one to kill him? 

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, she pressed her foot down on the gas pedal. 

She had to run. 

Stumbling backwards, she shoved open the door. Over the shoulder of the undead woman, she saw another similar figure stalking towards her. 

The bell above the door chimed, and Joey’s attention was caught by something hitting the window – or rather, someone. A man with short, blonde hair slammed against the window, his jaw unhinged as it swung back and forth. 

She ran, clutching her car keys in her hand, the metal digging into her skin as she secured her duffle bag on her shoulder. Once she reached her car, her hand shook as she tried desperately to unlock it. Finally, after missing the keyhole, she successfully entered her car and turned on the ignition, watching as the undead only came closer. 

She was wide awake now. Sleep would have to wait, no matter how much she wanted to close her eyes and rest. 

As she let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, her trembling hand reached for the radio. She needed a distraction, and anything would do. Some Johnny Cash song played, comforting her as she drove into the night. 

Her hands tightened their grip on her steering wheel as she yawned, her eyes tearing up. Her mind was screaming to get some sleep, but she couldn’t. Her only hope now was to get to her new apartment and wake up before noon. For a moment, she considered looking for a payphone to call the station to let them know what happened, but the dark roads made it impossible to see. 

Her apartment had a phone, or maybe it’d be easier to find one in the city. 

As the trees surrounding the road slowly started to thin, a city came into view, its skyscrapers reaching the skies as the summer sun began to rise over the horizon, peeking out between the buildings. 

“WELCOME TO RACCOON CITY – HOME OF UMBRELLA”, the sign greeted her. She slowly rolled her window open, letting the fresh air in to keep herself awake. The city still seemed miles away, but the fact that it was in sight reassured her. 

Her apartment building, according to the map of Raccoon City chief Irons had e-mailed her, was located on Fox Street, close to Ennerdale Street, which, in turn, was where the police department was located. The street itself was empty and quiet. The sounds of distant traffic were the only thing Joey could hear as she unlocked the front door of the building.  

The small entrance hall smelled weird, but she ignored it and went straight for the elevator, where she was greeted with an ‘Out of order’ sign. 

Just her luck. 

There was a cramp in her knees as she walked up the stairs. At this point, she was seconds away from dropping onto the floor and sleeping right there, but she powered through and reached the third floor. She heard a television playing loudly from one of the apartments, the news was on, and she decided that, at that moment, she couldn’t care less. 

The next thing she remembered was her loud alarm clock waking her up. Joey groaned, trying to block out the noise with her pillow, although it did little to silence her alarm. She slammed her hand blindly on her nightstand, stopping when she hit her clock. The blinding sun shone through the windows, and she mentally made a note to buy some curtains.

Stretching her arms as she got out of bed, she made her way to the windows and stared for a moment. The view from her window, which was marketed as a ‘beautiful view of the city skyline’, was probably copied from another advert, Joey realized, as she stared at the wall of the neighboring building. What she hoped would be a new start had already left a bad first impression on her. With a deep sigh, she walked over to her bathroom and, as she passed the small kitchenette on the way, realized she had to get groceries.

Technically she didn’t have to go to work yet – the letter stated they’d expect her at two in the afternoon. However, Joey had just planned on getting started early. She shook off the thought – groceries would wait until after work.

She approached her suitcase, which she had left open near the bathroom so she could change into her sleepwear the night before. Digging through it, she retrieved her toiletry bag – filled with essentials to last her a few days – and some clothes. The hinges of the bedroom door let out a high-pitched squeak, loud enough to catch Joey’s attention, but instead of stopping to check it out, she turned on the bathroom light and got ready for the day.

For a day like this, she picked easy clothes that wouldn’t be too hard to take off, so she could change into her uniform at work quickly.

In another compartment of her suitcase, she kept all her paperwork, which included a map of the city that she’d drawn a route from her apartment to the police station on. The way to the station was simple, really, as it was right in the centre of the city and, if the silhouette on the map was anything to go by, the building was huge.

The city had a whole different feel during the daytime. Where the city was dark and deserted at night, the day showed how alive it could be. Parents were walking their kids to school, people in suits were busy talking on the phone as they walked to work, other people were opening their stores …

As Joey turned the corner at the movie theatre, she could see the police station in the distance, the letters ‘R.P.D’ rising above the busy road. For the first time since she left Great Falls, she felt relief wash over her.

This was the new beginning she needed.

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Call me old school but "modern" cars are way too overkill.

My car (a used 2010 Honda accord) was totalled and I'm currently renting a 2018 Ford edge from my insurance company while I find a new vehicle.

Now driving this thing feels like driving a damn spaceship or the DeLorean from Back to the Future. There's just so many damn buttons, dials, lights, and just fluff in the dash and center console it's straight up hard to drive. On closer inspection, at least 5 buttons control the light above the driver and passenger's head.

Like what is all this??? Why do we need this many buttons???

And the stick for changing gears? It's that little dial in the second photo. You swivel it to change whether you're in park, reverse, drive, etc. I feel like it's gonna just randomly pop into a different gear while I'm driving!

And why the touch screen?? We don't need a massive ipad embedded in the console! Touch screens are not safe to drive with! I almost got in another accident trying to turn down the AC because I have no tactile feedback in the controls!

By old car was built like this:

Most of those buttons were for the radio. Dials for the AC and how to direct it, and those dials clicked when you moved them so you could tell how far they'd moved. The stick shift clunked when you moved it so you could tell how many times it had been moved and you felt it lock into place. Only a couple buttons on the steering wheel, three for cruise control, three for the audio system. And even this was the most buttons I had to learn ever! I'd argue some of the 'features' in that car were kinda useless and needless to have and just took up space!

Maybe I'm just crotchety and old (I'm 24 lol) but we don't need all this shit in cars! It's straight up distracting and unnecessary. It's a car. It gets you from point A to point B. I don't think you'd ever catch my driving a car any newer than like 2014.