West route

April got on to the west route, then into a highway. As she was driving, she started feeling that certain urge again. This time it was not just a mild stirring sensation, but a noticeable gurgling and aching pain in her lower belly, and definite pressure at the exit door.

"Fuck I really need to shit.... nah it's the western highway. I can just hold it" she said while holding her tummy with her free hand. It shouldn't be too long before she got out of the highway at Exit 10 and got home, even with the maintenance ongoing.

Or so she thought. Just as she had been driving for a few kilometers the traffic slowed down to a crawl. "Oh God no!" said April, staring at the straight, parallel lines of almost stationary cars, buses and trucks along the road, stretching into the distance ahead.

"H... how could this be??" she screamed. "Why is this part under maintenance too? It wasn't this bad yesterday!". She recalled passing through this highway yesterday and only seeing one small part near exit 10 being under maintenance. But that was yesterday. Now the right side of the road just a few kilometers into the interstate was filled with workers and heavy equipment and everyone was packed into one small lane that almost ate into the roadside at the left.

Well, April got **** but to hold it and hoping that the traffic jam won't hold her forever.

April fidgeted anxiously while hissing out swearwords as her car slowly, slowly crawled forward over the next half-hour. Sweat forming on her forehead, and later under the sleek satin she was wearing. She tried passing gases and it relieved her a bit, but only by a bit.

As the car slowly moved at snail's pace she saw several cars stopping at the roadside. Some of them probably break down in the middle of the road, while few other had their door open, seemingly empty.

The car kept crawling on and the pressure kept building in her belly. She knew that if this kept going on she wouldn't be able to hold it any longer. Beyond the roadside everything she saw were just bushes and trees. She looked around some more and saw a small, dark road, without any sign and seemingly without any lighting. It could be a shortcut or it could be a backroad that led into nowhere.