" Last stop, San Paro."
The intercom voice of the bus driver was enough to wake everyone. I peeled my face off the window I'd been sleeping against and using the armrests, hoisted my self above the headrests. Twelve rows in front and eight rows behind, not a head was to be seen. I was alone on the bus.
I got up and walked down the aisle towards the driver, taking the center seat behind him.
"Where is everyone?" I wearily said. It had been a long trek across the nation, and I was disheveled. The driver flicked a glancing look at me before returning his eyes to the road. We were crossing some sort of bridge.
"What you talking about? I should be asking you, why are you still here?"
He shot me another quick look with a frown of inquisition.
"No body goes to San Paro anymore," he chimed as his arms began to turn the wooden wheel through the off ramp. "No body 'cept those that are dead or about to be dead."
Wonderful - thirteen hours on the last leg of a four day trek. Three layovers, bus station food and only one shower . I could feel the growth on my face without rubbing it. The driver brought the bus to a halt, the air brakes had barely finished their hiss before he was going down the steps. I heard the cargo bay open and saw my duffle bag tossed forward, onto the sidewalk directly outside the door.
"Y'er here, now get out."
I looked around, this was no bus station, this was the bottom of the off ramp. There was no one around.
"Bus don't go into San Paro anymore, not since the Citizens Security Act. Too many lives at stake, too many lives lost. Buses stopped making pick ups a couple of years ago, I can't remember the last time I dropped someone off. Only criminals or enforcers bus into San Paro now. None of them leave on the bus, they all go out in the back of a hearse. You better get moving before someone comes along and steals your luggage."
I looked at him still dozy from being woken.
"You get moving, son, or I'll take off with you still on the bus."
I rose and walked the three steps to the kerb. On the bottom step, the air brakes released and the door grazed my back as it slammed shut behind me. I steeped off just as the bus began to move off. It make a sharp right turn and headed up the on ramp, to head back across the bridge. I listened as the driver quickly made his way up through the gears, heading out of town.
I had no idea where I was. I picked up my bag, and began walking towards the tallest buildings.
Edited by Pioneer, 20 May 2017 - 05:54 PM.