I've never been more terrified than I am now.
The knowledge of what is coming towards me now fills my entire being with utter, blind terror. It's all I can do not to scream and run for my life. I've started sweating, tiny beads of ice-cold water running down my forehead. Thankfully no-one's noticed. Yet. I have to run, to get away as fast as I can and never look back. I have to find another place, a place where it can never find me.
But I'm not scared for me, I'm scared for everyone else. I'm what it wants, so it'll keep me alive. But it won't hesitate to kill anyone who tries to help me. For that matter, it wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone at all. If anyone on this bus died, I would never be able to forgive myself. Even that Gabby girl's been alright, even if she spends way to much time hanging around with the vampire (who I'm still in confusion about whether to kill or not). None the less, I couldn't bear to have any of them die because of me. Especially if it was Morgan.
I can feel the badness getting closer, it should be on us in minutes. Think Ash think, there has to be something you can do.
Then I realise it.
I only have one choice. I've spent too much time running from this thing. My whole life I've lived in fear of it, fled whenever it came even remotely close to finding me, always running scared, always acting like a coward, hoping that it would forget about me and go away like a bad dream. I'm not scared for anyone else at all, I'm just scared to save my own worthless skin. I've been running for my own sake, not for anyone else's.
Well I can't run anymore.
I have to get off the bus and face it. Then it'll just be me and it. No-one else will get hurt if I'm alone. There's too much at stake here for me to risk anyone being injured, or worse. I reach into my pocked and touch the hilt of my long, silver-bladed knife. The time has come to face this monster once and for all. The time for hiding is over, the time to fight back has come.