Tanya finally flipped the radio to Star 101, unable to find another station playing anything better. Its not like it wasnt music she hadnt heard fifty million times, but it was better than nothing, she supposed. She peered through the fog, focusing on following close behind the taillights in front of her. Even if it was close to noon, the thick layer that covered the bottom half of the Golden Gate made it seem more like evening.
She tapped her fingers on her steering wheel in time to Timbaland, cruising along about ten miles slower along the bridge than shed like. She had stuff to do today, dammit, and she wanted to get it done and be back in Marin County before rush hour started. Somewhere beyond all the fog, something thrummed heavily. It caused a tremor to run through her car. It took a moment for Tanya to realize it wasnt the bass from the Hybrid in front of her. She recalled seeing some big naval battleship in the harbor as she was returning from work yesterday.
Oh God. Tanya muttered with a roll of her eyes. Did Fleet Week come early this year? Just what she needed. Jets disrupting her week with their loud engines screaming overhead again. The closer she drove towards the middle of the Golden Gate, the heavier and louder the thrumming was getting. She could feel it vibrating through the entire bridge now. Shit, whats going on?
She peered into the fogbank and could barely see the dark shape of the bridge around her. She crept under one span and saw the tall angles of the next just only visible in front. Except there were other shapes in front of it. And they were moving.
Things flashed, illuminating the fog almost fluorescently and when something exploded, Tanya screamed and put her hands over her mouth. One of the dark shapes roared and lunged forward, bright flashes coming from around it and slamming into the other. Light flickered in the fog, turning it an orange-red and dark smoke spilled into the air. Tanyas wide eyes followed the billowing column and there, hovering in the fog were eyes. Bright, flashing red eyes. A bellow like an airhorn times fifty broke the air and opposite those eyes was a glowing band that just barely illuminated what couldve been a masked face. Tanya thought her heart stopped as her car crawled between them.
Oh, hell no. She thought vaguely. Im so finding another route home.
Submitted for Liam Shalloo's pin-up contest. I actually wasn't going to submit anything for it because the deadline wasn't too far after my finals last semester (even though i did spend time toying with some thumbnails for it).
I ended up doing this, though, because I was just suddenly struck with the idea of someone driving along some fog-ridden area of San Francisco and not realizing they were coming up on a giant robot battle until they were practically in the middle of it.
Didn't place (didn't think i would, either) but I got a couple good critics on the piece and if there's any others- go ahead and let me know! Not my favorite piece (as it's not particularly dynamic) but I do enjoy the idea behind it.
If I get around to attempting to color it (or if someone volunteers to color it?) I'll probably scrap it later. Until then- enjoy!
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