Henry never knew his luck could be so bad. Due to the apocalypse, there were many cars left on the road, often causing jams.
On his left were rows of cars left by their owners, in front were a few cars ahead who were stuck in a traffic jam too, while behind were the cars waiting for his own car to move ahead.
It would be better to say that their car was in the middle of a sea of cars.
Only on the right side were fewer cars; however, it just happened that the space between two cars on his right was enough for a car smaller than theirs to crash in.
And just their luck… a car indeed seemed to rush in their direction. Most likely, the car's brakes had failed.
Henry had an inkling. As long as the car rushing toward them crashes into their car, one of them will die for sure.
His brain acted faster than his mind, and he steered the wheel, ready to face all the impact while reducing the danger for the people in the backseat.
