Infected 1

The man leans into you. There is a dark red almost black colour to the whites of his eyes. He is so close his nose is almost touching your nose. You can feel his breath when he says, “We all have it in here. We are all infected.” I stared at him as he started walking away, questioning if the man was mentally well.

Suddenly, the bus stopped with a jolt. Everyone jumped forward, wondering why it had stopped so suddenly. I thought someone had pressed the stop button right as we were about to pass a stop but there were none in sight. Thinking about it, there was nothing in sight for a few kilometers. I looked outside to see a man standing there, his arms non-existent and his face hidden by a cap. I wondered how he got the cap on, did he use his legs or get someone else to put it on him. As I was wondering the man started running towards us, not caring that he was probably going to hit the bus and potentially knock himself out.