The Bus Crash
The bus crashed in my sleep so I don’t really even know what happened. I woke up and it was quiet. Deathly quiet. I know because there was a dead woman on top of me. I pushed her off and tried to stand up but the bus was on its side. The windows were busted out so there really wasn’t anywhere to put my feet. Eventually I found some footing and crawled out the back hatch. It was cold, raining and I was surprised it wasn’t snowing. Undoubtedly it was going to start soon… We’d left the resort to head back down towards the airport since our flight was scheduled to leave at oh-dark-thirty in the morning. Since this was rural China there was a good chance we wouldn’t even be missed until we missed …