The morning began as usual: traffic jams, gray sky, sleepy drivers clutching their coffee. No one noticed how the steel beneath the wheels was slowly cracking. No one — except Alex. He felt it before anyone else — a faint vibration, as if the bridge were breathing. For a moment he thought it was the wind, but the sound grew stronger. Instinct made him act. He jumped out of the cab, looked down — and his heart sank. The asphalt was covered in fine cracks, but one — long and alive — was crawling slowly forward, like a snake. Alex realized: only seconds separated them from disaster. He rushed back, turned the key, and the engine roared, as if it too sensed the danger. With a sharp jerk, Alex swung the truck sideways across the bridge — screeching tires, shouts, chaos. Traffic slammed to a halt. But Alex was already shouting out the window, his voice cutting through the noise: “Back! Everyone back! The bridge won’t hold!” 😱😱 And then — a sound. A crack, like ice breaking. Then — a deep rumble that grew into a deafening roar. The bridge shuddered…