breathe. I had to fight back vomit of my own. I tried to breathe through my shirt, but this barely helped.
And then they started to drop like flies. Some eyes rolled back, and some fell and hit their heads, but I doubt that was the least of their concerns because they were all dead. There were all dying. Like everyone else, he too was dead. Laying in a pool of vomit and blood, like Ophelia incarnate. I didn’ t even know his name.
Everyone was dead. Except me and the bus driver. She continued with the route, and I sat there looking out the window, ignoring the freshly dead bodies. And we continued in silence, and when she reached my stop, I pressed the button and walked around the bodies, maybe stepping on a few to avoid the mixtures of vomit, mucus and blood. When I reached the driver’ s seat, she had tears in her eyes and massive headphones on. We looked at each other for a moment. I was still alive, and so was she. I got off and watched the door close. And then the bus drove away, still filled to the brim with dead bodies. And I stood there, not yet able to go to my house, I thought“ Wouldn’ t a cigarette be perfect in this moment?”
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