Last bus 1
Chapter 1: The Wrong Bus
I should have realized something was wrong the moment that bus pulled up through the mist.
It wasn’t part of any schedule I knew, and the night had the kind of damp, crawling cold that gets under your skin no matter how tightly you wrap your jacket. I stood there hesitating, staring at the headlights that burned too bright to make out the route number. For a second, I even thought about turning back, maybe calling a cab instead, but then the door wheezed open with a tired hiss, and without thinking much more, I stepped aboard.
