Everything was dark.

Everything was silent.

Next to me, I could see the silhouette of a double decker bus.

I was standing at the edge of a deserted street.

A breeze with no temperature drifted by.

The doors of the bus opened with a slight squeak, but the sound did not echo.

I stepped in, my shoes making dead clunking sounds on the floor.

As I made my way up the steps, the air began to smell very strongly of rust.

At the back of the top floor of the bus, I turned. The floor glistened and reflected non-existent light.

My shoes stuck  to the surface and my hands slid on the rail. One of my shoes came off and something warm and thick seeped into the soles of my tights.

On the ground floor of the bus, something dark was spattered across the windows.

I stepped off the bus. Now I as on the edge of a river. The water was calm. Too calm.

I tripped and my shirt snagged and ripped on a branch. My fingers touched the water. The river rippled once. I got up.

A stained body bag lay against a tree. A knife lay nearby.

Echoless screams in my head.

I turned to face death.

The End

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