There was a collective gasp and spatter of murmurs in the bus that seemed to breath the life into Oliver.

In his adrenaline induced stupor, Oliver came to his senses at fired off a round into the roof of the bus for silence.

“Listen…” Oliver said, regaining a business-like manor. “I’ve been having a bad day and…I have some bills to pay. Empty all your pockets and purses!“

Oliver slowly walked down the aisle, collecting all precious belongings of the good people on the bus, sometimes having to wrestle certain things off people.

After he had finished his cruel collection, he returned to the front of the bus.

“So….” Oliver said, shuffling his hands. “Let’s all play a game. I like to call it shoot the first person who mo-”

Oliver’s psychotic rant was interrupted by the sound of police sirens.

“The game can be put on hold, kids.” Oliver addressed the petrified crowd. “The police have come to play!”