20180827

Day 1,450

It felt like she was sitting in a pan of boiling water and the weird gurgling noises the guy in front made every time the bus jolted about, were only adding to the general aura of stewing-in-your-own-sweat that buses are so well known for.

She wasn't the only one noticing the sounds, after a brief glance about she saw everyone giving him the look of 'something's really wrong with you but I don't know if it's personal or medical so I'm just going to stay Very Much Over Here Thank You'.

An elderly woman sitting opposite beckoned her over with a strained kindly smile and she eagerly took up that offer. Anything to move her further away from the man who, at this point, sounded like he was starting to vomit on himself.

As fate would have it, the gates opened up right behind her and with a painful sounding heave he emptied everything out in front of him. Literally everything. Vomit in a continuous stream that lead to a dark red stream that led to heave after heave until his throat bulged and his stomach began to hang from his lips like a deflated balloon.

The rest of the passengers wouldn't know it was contagious until they felt the first wave of nausea hit them alongside the overwhelming urge to seek out highly populated places. By the time they had enough energy to put the thought of leaving into action, they would already be retching into their laps.

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