
Every where you looked, there were tree's, smashed, and broken. there limbs snapped, and branches dangling, over head hanging by the bark or crushed to the ground. The huge coach bus had left a trail of destruction, when it had veered off the heightened narrow dirt road. A wake of Dust was starting to settle after the disaster that had occurred, the partials floating and sinking gradually until the air had settled. A small breeze had picked up in the short time that had passed for the bus to go storming through the tree's taking anything and everything down with it. No one had witness what happened, only too young passengers were left...
Earlier that day, a girl had got on the bus with hopes of going to a campsite,- one said to be haunted. the anticipating of seeing he site was making butterfly's swell in her stomach as she boarded the bus in high hopes of the smooth drive ahead of them. At the same time a young man had hopped on the bus, his trip was to get away, from the people looking for him. A runaway ex-con. he had done his time, became a tougher guy, but he hadn't returned home, and didn't have any feelings of wanting to return hope either. He was fleeing his home. the two had boarded just like the other six passengers that were in the front of the bus. The young man and the girl had fled to sit closer to the back of the large tour bus to enjoy the ride without the disturbances of the other passengers. There first stop let off two of the people, a small town that seemed to be the remains of an old movie set, now turned into an attraction. the next stop letting three more passengers out. After driving into the next day, there were only an quarter of the way to either ones of the passengers destinations. and yet neither boy or girl faltered in there anticipation.
Around mid after noon, there were driving on a narrow, dirt road full of pot holes, it was slightly risen from he forest below. the thick evergreen abyss below seemed like a never ending maze. A smell, was starting to come form the front of the bus, near the driver. and the plump little man with drove carefully started groaning and swerving the bus on the small road. The large bus didn't have much room to be swerving around on and you could hear the tires screech in protest at the off ward movements. Both the boy and the girl witnessed what came next. the bus driver dropped. his hands limp, and arms hanging as he fell off his chair sliding to the ground only inches away from hitting the isle of the bus restrained by his seat belt. the other passenger rushed to stopped the bus, and yet tripped over the drive, sending the bus flying off the road. The trees closing in towards them...
In the next instant whizzing through tree's, and having windows smashed, they hit a huge rock stopping the bus dead in its mad dash off the road, they had gone down a huge decline in terrain and were close now to the lake located in the near quarter of the forest. the road was now out of sight. The passenger who had rushed to hep, had gone through the windshield, his body, laying in a mound in font to the bus, the drive still dangling from his seat belt. both the boy and the girl in the back were thankfully not to injured, but were completely knocked out. they would be for the next ten days. and when they wake nothing will be the same for them....
||one on one between Hobo!||
Earlier that day, a girl had got on the bus with hopes of going to a campsite,- one said to be haunted. the anticipating of seeing he site was making butterfly's swell in her stomach as she boarded the bus in high hopes of the smooth drive ahead of them. At the same time a young man had hopped on the bus, his trip was to get away, from the people looking for him. A runaway ex-con. he had done his time, became a tougher guy, but he hadn't returned home, and didn't have any feelings of wanting to return hope either. He was fleeing his home. the two had boarded just like the other six passengers that were in the front of the bus. The young man and the girl had fled to sit closer to the back of the large tour bus to enjoy the ride without the disturbances of the other passengers. There first stop let off two of the people, a small town that seemed to be the remains of an old movie set, now turned into an attraction. the next stop letting three more passengers out. After driving into the next day, there were only an quarter of the way to either ones of the passengers destinations. and yet neither boy or girl faltered in there anticipation.
Around mid after noon, there were driving on a narrow, dirt road full of pot holes, it was slightly risen from he forest below. the thick evergreen abyss below seemed like a never ending maze. A smell, was starting to come form the front of the bus, near the driver. and the plump little man with drove carefully started groaning and swerving the bus on the small road. The large bus didn't have much room to be swerving around on and you could hear the tires screech in protest at the off ward movements. Both the boy and the girl witnessed what came next. the bus driver dropped. his hands limp, and arms hanging as he fell off his chair sliding to the ground only inches away from hitting the isle of the bus restrained by his seat belt. the other passenger rushed to stopped the bus, and yet tripped over the drive, sending the bus flying off the road. The trees closing in towards them...
In the next instant whizzing through tree's, and having windows smashed, they hit a huge rock stopping the bus dead in its mad dash off the road, they had gone down a huge decline in terrain and were close now to the lake located in the near quarter of the forest. the road was now out of sight. The passenger who had rushed to hep, had gone through the windshield, his body, laying in a mound in font to the bus, the drive still dangling from his seat belt. both the boy and the girl in the back were thankfully not to injured, but were completely knocked out. they would be for the next ten days. and when they wake nothing will be the same for them....
||one on one between Hobo!||






