After the woman left the seat next to me, all I could focus on were the dead guards scattered about the bus.

I’d witnessed a murder. Just a moment ago, they were trying to stop her..

A man, about twenty or so, ran to the back of the bus and sat in the seat across from me immediately.

Anything I’d heard before that instant had been muffled and quiet. Now, everything around me seemed to be ten times as loud as it had been.

The man who sat across from me said something, and I just nodded. I couldn’t hear him above the clamour of everything else.

The bus suddenly lurched to the side, and I threw my arms across the seat in front of me, the sharp cuffs digging into my wrists.

In the front of the bus, I could see the driver being thrown off of the seat by the woman with the gun.

While flying to the side, he grabbed the wheel, and it turned sharply. The bus started tipping, and I felt my shoulder being jerked the other way. I saw the man, pulling me to the other side of the bus.

The bus was rolling over.