The bushes! Perhaps not the best choice...

Chapter originally by Apollo on writing dot com

...the thick bushes. Far from ideal, but less horrifying than her alternatives. As a bonus, she would not have to stop moving and align herself in just the right way to become concealed. As long as the bush is thick enough and healthy enough to conceal her, anyway.

The grinding of rubber on pavement snapped Yuki from her reasoning. The pinging of stone meeting metal grew louder each second. Yuki swore she could smell the exhaust fumes. Her legs were giving way under her. Yuki lunged forward. Leaves tickled her underarms. Twigs smacked her boobs. The bush rattled around her. Dirt flew up as a cloud. Yuki held her breath.

Silence.

Emboldened by the length of that sound, Yuki carefully raised her head. Small adjustments ensured everything else would be hidden by the foliage. She sighed. No car. Had it turned off this road? Or had panic overtaken her senses?

These ponders from Yuki would go unanswered.

While there was no sign of a moving car on the road, Yuki found something else within the bush. This latest problem had just begun to make a horrible day even worse. This problem that launched her eyes and mouth open wide was...