The doors of the bus sigh open as the beastly contraption sinks down. You step on. You, an unsuspecting fool, step on. The driver is surprisingly cheerful yet somehow inhuman but you can't quite place why. He grabs your fare stiffly, sweat dripping over his face like oil over a slab of meat, and smiles slightly wider than you reckon is normal.
You sit towards the front of the bus, on the left side and your head begins to pulsate achingly. You debate asking the elderly lady opposite you for painkillers but think better of it as you see she is sweating as heavily as the driver. Looking around you all of the other passengers are sweating heavily.
This doesn't strike you as strange, the bus is oppressively warm. The windows don't look like they open. As the thumping in your head grows louder and slightly faster the bus pulls away from the stop and you gaze sleepily out of the window.
You jolt awake as the bus staggers over what you can only assume is the biggest speed bump ever. You resume window gazing. It takes you a while to realise that you can't see anything out of the window. Everything outside is smothered in darkness yet your phone clearly reads 13:23. Your phone's dim glimmer and the flickering strip lights on the ceiling reveal a gruesome sight.
The inside of the window appears to be covered by some sort of fleshy film.
So is the chair.
So is the floor.
So are your feet.
As you struggle to move the elderly lady snaps her head towards you at an angle that looks... wrong and smiles as she points just over your head.
Above you is the biggest heart you have ever seen.
And the last thing you ever see as the bus begins to fill with a sickly green liquid that hisses as it touches your shoes.
This is your stop.
You sit towards the front of the bus, on the left side and your head begins to pulsate achingly. You debate asking the elderly lady opposite you for painkillers but think better of it as you see she is sweating as heavily as the driver. Looking around you all of the other passengers are sweating heavily.
This doesn't strike you as strange, the bus is oppressively warm. The windows don't look like they open. As the thumping in your head grows louder and slightly faster the bus pulls away from the stop and you gaze sleepily out of the window.
You jolt awake as the bus staggers over what you can only assume is the biggest speed bump ever. You resume window gazing. It takes you a while to realise that you can't see anything out of the window. Everything outside is smothered in darkness yet your phone clearly reads 13:23. Your phone's dim glimmer and the flickering strip lights on the ceiling reveal a gruesome sight.
The inside of the window appears to be covered by some sort of fleshy film.
So is the chair.
So is the floor.
So are your feet.
As you struggle to move the elderly lady snaps her head towards you at an angle that looks... wrong and smiles as she points just over your head.
Above you is the biggest heart you have ever seen.
And the last thing you ever see as the bus begins to fill with a sickly green liquid that hisses as it touches your shoes.
This is your stop.
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