dark comedy · chaotic · drunk driver · military · tragedy · psychological horror · guilt · urban setting · grim irony
The subwoofer vibrated in your ribs as you sped through the wet blacktop, windshield wipers fighting a losing battle. A red signal flashed and vanished behind you. Then—a deafening shriek of tearing metal, an explosion of glass, and a sudden, ringing silence. Steam whispered from the crumpled hood. Through your spiderwebbed windshield, you saw the bus, its interior light glinting off seventeen still forms in tactical gear. One of them shifted, lifting a head to stare directly at you. 'You…' came a shredded whisper. What have you done, you?