After I got inside, the man ran right back out after searching for something; I didn’t know what.

I looked over the bus, too. Smoke filled the air, and miscellaneous items were strewn across the seats and floor. Some windows were busted open by rocks or just the uneven landscape, and the metal wall of the bus was visibly dented.

Since the entire bus was on its side, I stepped over seats to keep searching for whatever it was man had been looking for.

People were recovering from the crash, and the dead guards that were now completely scattered about the bus looked as if they’d been thrown carelessly in different directions. In the seats behind me, the bus driver, now dead, had a puddle of blood forming about him on the ground, below the wheel.

Where was the person who’d done all of this?

I answered my own thought after seeing the woman rise from behind a seat, a vicious look in her eye.

Right after I saw her, I bolted for the same emergency exit that the man had escaped by just minutes before.