Two days later, on the road leading to the West City Suburbs, a fire truck was speeding.
On the dented front, there was a broken bicycle, two street signs, a public bench, and lots of gray-brown flesh debris, all of which had once blocked its path.
"Who would have thought that such a large research institute would actually run out of rabies vaccines?"
"But it's fine, even if you do develop rabies, by then you should have left Instance."
"Even if you do fall sick and are just a day or half a day from exiting, we can just tie you up."
"Besides, the disease can't be taken out of Instance."
Ree Shil was talking to Mossy Mushroom, who was sulking in the co-pilot's seat.
"..., don't you think I'm just getting motion sickness?"
"And, did you just hear what you just said?"
Mossy Mushroom replied weakly.
If it weren't for the need for someone to read the map, it wouldn't have willingly sat in the most dangerous co-pilot's seat.
[Hah...hah...hah...]
