Judging by the guttural snarls and cut-off shrieks, the bus came early. As it's passengers lurched off one by one, we were all meant to shut our windows and hide as high up as possible. This strain is used to looking down from the upper level of a double decker bus.
Now the bus is usually late, as in its never been on time for as long as it's run, so we're all used to having those extra few moments to triple check our defences. When it came early we didn't stand a snowball's chance in hell of out-running them and they spotted us before we could adopt their hunched over position.
In our final moments we pitied the next stop.
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