It was cold, november evening. The sleepy driver tried to remain sane, everyone was asleep, except him. There were a few other men on the bus, sleeping on their seats. No one knew how much their lives would change.
The road seemed dry, after all, it hadn’t rained in this city, forgotten by God, for several days. It was frost, but not that much that there was any ice on the street.
So how did it happen that the old-world coach with an experienced driver skidded?Maybe the driver overslept, or worse, he was drunk?
Impossible, the police have rejected all sorts of accusations about him. Maybe he did have a friend there, who helped him? Possibly, nobody ruled it out, but nobody ever checked it.
So how did the bus, skidding, fall on its left side, waking everyone up? He drove a bit, smashing the windows, until the wheels stopped moving lazily.
The driver fell out first, feeling the oncoming defeat jumped out of the seat, leaving the rest behind with little chance of survival.
After a while, you could hear another window breaking, this time the result was intended. Now a short man with honey long hair came out, running out of the bus with panic. Due to the sudden influx of adrenaline, he didn’t even feel his broken finger, which is currently unnaturally bent. He looked for his companions, but he couldn’t saw anyone. There were screams of other people around him, witnesses who had already called the emergency number, informing about the current tragedy.
Then a tall man came out, one could say terribly tall. His blond hair was in disarray, he was standing in underwear and socks, freezing to the bone. He didn’t know what was going on. His appearance of a seeming tough guy, now turned into the view of a clumsy child who is looking for shelter in his mother’s embrace. However, she is not around.
Immediately behind him comes equally short, but not as short as the first man. His beautiful brown eyes lost their previous glow, now fear and tears settled in them. His curly hair seemed to be more tangled as far as possible in his case. They were followed by other, battered passengers, but not all of them.
One of them lay under the bus, crushed by its weight.
The men didn’t realize this, each of them was already taken by ambulance to the hospital. They didn’t know that they were leaving the past behind, welcoming a new, more brutal than they had planned future.
so that’s it. i’ve show u this bc i wanted to see for you, how i’m writing. i’m sorry for bad english or sth, i’m not from uk nor usa, so i was tryin’ my best and i hope it’s good enough.