Lower City Streets

This is crazy. What you are about to do is very likely to get you ripped to shreds by speeding cars.

You take a deep breath, then see a small gap in the cars. You dart into the road and the sound of car horns and shouts erupt around you. You make it past the first lane, then find a gap in the second. You slam into the median, unable to stop your momentum. 

Halfway there. Safe for the time being, you take a second to catch your breath. The two shadowed figures stand in an alley, still, watching you. You look towards the lanes you still have to cross.

There's only one way out of this. You clamber over the median and prepare to sprint then last two lanes of traffic.

You see a gap and take it, flying across the third lane. Horns and shouts sound again. One last lane. You make the final sprint.

A horn blares. You turn and freeze, there is a car coming directly towards you, and there's no time to make it across the lane.

By pure instinct, you drop to the road, flat. 

WHOOSH

The car zooms over your head, whipping your fur about in the air. When it's past, you scramble to the side of the road. Safe.

Rattled, a bit traumatized, but physically alright, you collapse on the side of the road. After a few minutes of gasping for air, you slowly climb to your feet. You look across the road. The figures are gone.

It's probably best to keep moving.