The bridge groaned underneath them as the severed end swayed, their car precariously balanced on a strip of concrete and metal that extended into the void and stopped. Ends of rebar and jagged chunks of stone marked the edge. Ahead of them, the wall of scaled flesh seemed endless, slithering past with long, slow movements. Both Dan and Shannon held their breath, afraid that the monster would somehow hear any movement, for all that its head was at least a half a mile away by now.
"Recalculating," said the pleasant European voice from their dashboard. "Please return to highlighted route."
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