462 Onela

The more the day continued, the fuller grew the roads. Large or not, the lanes couldn't handle the traffic of cargo trucks. Then, at around 11:00, the linking tram passed as he continued biking. 'It's been more than five hours,' thought he hard on the pedal, '-and I've yet to feel tired.' Halfway till Lai, the roads were covered by woodlands.

Glancing the phone at regular intervals, the little dot which was him, soon arrived at the outer-edge. The view that emerged from the prior foliage was a jungle of concrete. There was no barrier nor walls, unlike the other districts, Lai was opened to the wild. Needless to say, security was present in multiple forms of outposts with heavy-looking black vans. The guards atop were armored and ready to fight. 

 'Intimidating,' he crossed over a speed-bump – an unnatural change from forest to urban. Taking no detours nor rest stop; traffic lights became more frequent. The fast-paced journey came to a halt.