I don’t know what it has to do with the dead coming back to life, but there are fires everywhere. Thank goodness I’m safe inside this bus.
Thank goodness there was a bus at all. Thank goodness the driver offered to give me a lift. He’ll take me to my aunt’s place, the next state over, and I can wait there for this insanity to subside.
Only, the fires are here, too. I thought they’d have ceased after the first couple hundred miles, but they’re blazing all around as the driver tells me, “This is your stop.
“You gettin’ off?”
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