The Night Bus
The Last Bus episode 16
By the time I opened my eyes, I found Michael, Ubong, Sister Elizabeth, Lilian, Amitabh, and myself tied to the bars of a cage on a cattle-driven wagon. My body ached, and my bruises burned, yet the pains couldn’t compare with the anguish I bore in my heart when I looked around, and Fiona was […]
Read MoreThe last bus episode 15
They were kind of some ancient warriors. Michael wasted no time in squeezing the trigger but hit not a single one of them. There was pin-drop silence for a moment. My heart started beating so hard I feared it would pop out of my chest. I held Fiona’s hand. She too was sweating. All of […]
Read MoreThe last bus episode 14
The heat from the sun was now becoming scorching; not even the trees could provide us with the much-needed refuge. This forest was full of mysteries. It was difficult to believe that it was the same forest that almost killed us with downpour only a few hours ago—one good thing the rain did, though was […]
Read MoreThe last bus episode 13
However, Fatima could not move. She remained glued to the same spot, whimpering. She covered her mouth with one hand and pointed towards the tunnel with the other. We all turned our eyes to the direction and froze too. Two big yellow eyes were coming out of the tunnel. Those were the only parts we […]
Read MoreThe Last Bus episode 12
Without thinking twice, I dived after Amitabh and grabbed his hand just at the nick of time and held on to a rung of the guardrail with my other hand. Amitabh dangled above the crocodiles. I tried to pull him up, but the oscillatory movement of the bridge made it difficult. The crocodiles went into […]
Read MoreThe last bus episode 11
The old bridge was suspended across the crocodile-infested swamp with ropes that were entwined with climbing plants. Just like the path that led to it, the bridge didn’t appear like it was used frequently. The wind started to pick up momentum. Though we needed to hurry up, we all couldn’t rush over the bridge at […]
Read MoreThe last bus episode 10
[] The person was John Doe. Oh! Did I say charged towards us? Sorry I meant to say he ran towards us. On getting to us, he dropped his gun and brought out a dagger to cut us loose. Surprised, Lilian, the fair-complexioned lady with full lips, asked John Doe, “why are you helping us?” […]
Read MoreThe last bus episode 9
I was sure Fiona must have been tempted to tell her it served her right but for the present situation. I hissed, and when I turned my attention back to the swamp, the don and Shola were on the abandoned raft, already sailing across the water. I squinted when I noticed a stealth movement in […]
Read MoreThe Last Bus episode 8
I turned back and saw the don dragging one of his legs towards us. The chain of bullets he wore across his chest had significantly reduced. He had dark patches and blood clots all over his face. He tied a strip of cloth around what I suspected was a bullet wound on his left thigh. […]
Read MoreThe last bus episode 7
Five of us kept running deeper and deeper into the forest. The boy was on my shoulder, and waddled after us. We did not wait to consider how far we had gone; there was no time for that. The deeper we went, the more the sound of the battle was swallowed up by the rustling […]
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