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Authors: Jeff Olah
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bus now fully engulfed in the flames that had also advanced on her friend, Cora again repositioned her feet atop the guard’s shoulders. She slowly slid up and out of the pile holding her down. Again moving her arms above her head, she reached for the seat on the opposite side of the bus, clutched the tubular railing, and pulled away.
Less than five feet separated the friends as Cora lay atop the mound of bodies flat on her back. Craning her head backward, she was able to see daylight coming through the front of the bus in long slivers. Back through her legs, she was only able to see her friend’s face, arm, and shoulders as Trish continued toward her.
The bruises, lacerations, and removal of large swatches of skin along her friend’s wrists spoke of how Trish had been able to climb out of her spot at the rear of the bus and advance nearly thirty feet in under two minutes. Her badly malformed fingers and hands were evidence of the pain involved. Boarding the bus, every single woman who wasn’t a guard wore a pair of shiny silver bracelets meant to induce compliance. Trish had pulled hers off.
Tears formed at the corners of Cora’s eyes and began to roll down the sides of her face and into her thick brown hair. As the dense smoke continued to fill the void and filter in around Trish, the flames licked at her back and then quickly ignited her hair. Was she watching her friend die or had that already happened?
The shattering of glass and a rush of cool air preceded the bus once again jerking forward. The pressure difference, along with the bus’s movement, shoved Cora down and to the left. As the smoke pushed out through the opening and daylight took its place, a voice came through the shadows.
“Hey, anybody there?”
Trish was now on her. She had Cora’s left ankle in her right hand and began to pull.
“Yes, but I need help, like right now.”
The entity that was her friend reached out with her left hand, grabbed ahold of Cora’s other ankle and gradually inched forward.
“I’m coming, but you’re going to have to help.”
Cora kicked and tried to push away, although Trish’s grip wouldn’t be denied. The more she struggled, the further she slid down and to the left.
“I’m on my back and can’t move. Can’t you come to me?”
Sweat now ran from her face and neck, pooling at her back and down into her waist. The radiant heat moving from the rear of the bus seemed to intensify as it fought the cool air pushing in from behind.
“Okay, but it may take me a few minutes. How many are there that need help?”
She couldn’t tell if Trish was coming toward her or if she was being pulled back. Judging by the heat and the flames that had completely overtaken her friend, she’d have guessed the latter.
“I’m not sure, I can’t see anyone else, but I don’t have another two minutes—I don’t even think I have another thirty seconds.”
The bus shifted again and this time it tossed Cora out of the pocket she was in, and deposited her alongside her friend. Now less than eighteen inches apart, Trish moved in and began frantically clawing at her as she shielded her face with her hands, the only protected provided by the thin coveralls wrapped tightly around her arms.
Cora started to shake as Trish climbed on top, leaned in, and bared her teeth. A coagulated mess of blood and saliva slipped from the corners of her mouth and fell onto Cora’s bare neck. Daring to meet her friends gaze, she followed the trail of blood to Trish’s neck and down to her exposed right shoulder. Two distinct sets of teeth marks outlined a large section of missing flesh. Someone or something had bitten her friend, and the same thing was about to happen to her.
“Help, please hurry.”
12
Ethan moved back to the window as David’s curiosity continued to grow. With his connection to the internet coming and going and the bandwidth slowing to a
Less than five feet separated the friends as Cora lay atop the mound of bodies flat on her back. Craning her head backward, she was able to see daylight coming through the front of the bus in long slivers. Back through her legs, she was only able to see her friend’s face, arm, and shoulders as Trish continued toward her.
The bruises, lacerations, and removal of large swatches of skin along her friend’s wrists spoke of how Trish had been able to climb out of her spot at the rear of the bus and advance nearly thirty feet in under two minutes. Her badly malformed fingers and hands were evidence of the pain involved. Boarding the bus, every single woman who wasn’t a guard wore a pair of shiny silver bracelets meant to induce compliance. Trish had pulled hers off.
Tears formed at the corners of Cora’s eyes and began to roll down the sides of her face and into her thick brown hair. As the dense smoke continued to fill the void and filter in around Trish, the flames licked at her back and then quickly ignited her hair. Was she watching her friend die or had that already happened?
The shattering of glass and a rush of cool air preceded the bus once again jerking forward. The pressure difference, along with the bus’s movement, shoved Cora down and to the left. As the smoke pushed out through the opening and daylight took its place, a voice came through the shadows.
“Hey, anybody there?”
Trish was now on her. She had Cora’s left ankle in her right hand and began to pull.
“Yes, but I need help, like right now.”
The entity that was her friend reached out with her left hand, grabbed ahold of Cora’s other ankle and gradually inched forward.
“I’m coming, but you’re going to have to help.”
Cora kicked and tried to push away, although Trish’s grip wouldn’t be denied. The more she struggled, the further she slid down and to the left.
“I’m on my back and can’t move. Can’t you come to me?”
Sweat now ran from her face and neck, pooling at her back and down into her waist. The radiant heat moving from the rear of the bus seemed to intensify as it fought the cool air pushing in from behind.
“Okay, but it may take me a few minutes. How many are there that need help?”
She couldn’t tell if Trish was coming toward her or if she was being pulled back. Judging by the heat and the flames that had completely overtaken her friend, she’d have guessed the latter.
“I’m not sure, I can’t see anyone else, but I don’t have another two minutes—I don’t even think I have another thirty seconds.”
The bus shifted again and this time it tossed Cora out of the pocket she was in, and deposited her alongside her friend. Now less than eighteen inches apart, Trish moved in and began frantically clawing at her as she shielded her face with her hands, the only protected provided by the thin coveralls wrapped tightly around her arms.
Cora started to shake as Trish climbed on top, leaned in, and bared her teeth. A coagulated mess of blood and saliva slipped from the corners of her mouth and fell onto Cora’s bare neck. Daring to meet her friends gaze, she followed the trail of blood to Trish’s neck and down to her exposed right shoulder. Two distinct sets of teeth marks outlined a large section of missing flesh. Someone or something had bitten her friend, and the same thing was about to happen to her.
“Help, please hurry.”
12
Ethan moved back to the window as David’s curiosity continued to grow. With his connection to the internet coming and going and the bandwidth slowing to a
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