TEOTWAWKI
#18: Olivia: He was hit by a Bus
It wasn’t her boy friends fault. He was carrying a bag of groceries . He stopped at the end of the crosswalk and waited for the light to turn. When the light signaled ‘walk’ he did.
Olivia heard it first. A dull roar. Then she heard squealing tires.
It was just another day in the life of a bus driver. Tony liked his job. He got to see the sights and meet interesting people and he didn’t have a boss looking over his shoulder all the time. He drove his route every day. He stopped at the same place...every day... at the same time then drove on.
Except today.
He was driving along side the river when he felt it in his bones. An ominous hummmm. He looked into his rearview mirror and saw a monstrous wall of water coming toward him.
He panicked.
He stomped on the gas. The bus sluggishly accelerated to top speed. Not very fast since it was a metro-bus never intended to get on the highway. Even so he was keeping ahead of the wave....barely. He felt bad about not stopping for the people at the bus stops. He didn’t dare. If he did the wave would overtake him and he would die. If he stopped the people he stopped for would die anyway...
The ‘curve’ was approaching fast. The river road turn sharply up hill. If he could make the curve and gain higher ground he might survive. He entered the curve going entirely TOO FAST.
That day Tony drove better than he ever had before in his entire life. The bus stayed upright thru the turn...barely. It had been touch and go a few times. Tony ‘mashed his motor’ for all it was worth, climbing the hill. It wasn’t much of a hill. It had a turn at the top. He’d made one sharp turn he could make another.
The light...turned red. He should stop.
He didn’t. He kept coming...pedestrians be damned. It was up to them to avoid HIM. Olivia’s boy friend ....didn’t.
Her boyfriend was partway across the cross walk when he heard the tires squeal. He looked toward the river and saw a bus coming right AT him. He tried to run...and tripped.
The bus didn’t make the turn. It rolled over....right on top of Olivia’s boy friend.
Squished him flat...like a grape underfoot, then smeared him across the road.
Seconds later the water arrived and everything vanished from sight.
The Next Episode will be
#19: Olivia: Death and Life…
The Previous Episode was
#17: Olivia: Watched from her balcony…
The First Episode was
# 1 : Prologue…
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Book One: SoulStone
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Bloody episode; A wave out of control generates fear and chaos and, of course, drags the unsuspecting, runs over and continues on its way. Excess confidence of Olivia's boyfriend and Tony, who in such a harsh environment, did not know how to take preventive measures. Now Olivias must pick up the pieces, must order and start over.
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Ya know, I read a lot, I watch a lot of movies, but I do not think I can recall a worst way for someone to die. Watch your boyfriend get hit by a bus. then that bus roll on top of him, then drag his squished body around on the asphalt, then for yourself to die from drowning, (which they say is the worst way to go, but dead is dead). That just makes for an awful death. Good thing I saw the next title. Ssmoke, and dragons, whats not to love.
edit: Missed last episode, thought olivia died in this one, did not read it well enough I guess. She was on a top floor, watching the scene from on high. I hate when I miss a step.
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Its fiction but I feel orginal...
Super story..
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