--follow--
I have to say, I’d never really jumped out of a moving automobile before that day.
I’d also never witnessed actual crime either.
All I’d known at the time was to follow the guy who’d pulled me into his seat. For some reason, I felt like he was the only one I could trust. So I jumped out of the window.. which would sound like a bad idea in any other circumstance except mine.
The bus fell with a deafening crash, lying on its side like a dead bug.
After I landed on the road, I rolled onto my back. I couldn’t breathe for a couple of minutes, and gulped in huge mouthfuls of air once I could.
My handcuffs had somehow cut even deeper into my hands when I’d escaped the bus, and now they were bleeding quite a bit. They didn’t hurt that much; I just wished I could have them off.
The man who’d jumped before I had ran back over to the bus, and leaped onto the top of it, which was actually the side because of its rotation. He disappeared after lowering himself through a broken window.
I got up to follow him.