“I am you. You are me. We are us.”
Part 1: Welcome to Alabama
I can’t see a thing, but I know that the smell I’m smelling isn’t right. There’s a rubbery smell to it. Where am I? I feel awful... like... throw up awful. That feeling of “wow, I’m in so much pain that I’m going to fucking throw up everywhere” - awful. I feel like my head’s been split wide open. I’ve never had a headache like this before. I’ve never felt so shitty. In fact... I really don’t remember the last time I was sick. Seriously. I can’t remember. I’ve got to get up. Wherever I am, this isn’t right. This isn’t a bed or a hotel, that much I know for sure. Everything feels like pleather, or maybe vinyl. And what is that burning smell??? “HOLY SHIT!” Ok, so... my head... really is split open. Ow...
I’m in some sort of shit. It’s slowly coming back to me, and my head is all sticky. This happened a little while ago, whatever it is... even this vinyl is sticky. Luckily it’s padded or som... I’m in a bus. What the f... Wait. I can see some light. A pinpoint of light, but I definitely see it. From above, there’s a rip of some sort - maybe I can get up and out of this thing. It feels like a wreck or something. Was I in a wreck? Ok, yeah, this is a wreck. Feels like I should have been killed by this judging from the size of this gash and the amount of pain I’m in. I’m up, but I feel like either I haven’t eaten in a week, or whatever I did eat had rat poison in it.
I’m so freaking close, but everything I touch feels sharp or pointy and it’s so damn dark it’s unreal. I’ve got my fingers in this little rip in the ceiling, I can tell this is definitely a bus or a van of some sort. The roof feels cheap, and as I’m here prying away hoping just outside is an ambulance, I can’t help but feel like laughing a little at the lack of safety buses have. I’ve lost a lot of blood. “Almossssst....”
“I’m the freaking strongest man alive!” I’ve gotten this far, and either I have the most narrow shoulders ever, or the hips of a third trimester pregnant woman. “I’m fucking stuck!” It really is pitch black out here. You would think there were some lights or something on this street... or wherever I... You’re kidding. In the flicker of the fire I was smelling, I see what I had to look three times to believe. I’m in a bus alright, as well as a wreck, but let me tell you... this isn’t some fender bender or ran red light. This thing is crashed on the highway. Let me rephrase that - into the highway. There isn’t even light from the stars, hell, there are no stars. It looks like the sky has a deep haze over the entire horizon. Free. God, my hips are all cut up now - I must look like an escaped prisoner. For as easy as the roof was to peel open a good bit, you’d think I wouldn’t be able to stand on it. “This whole bus is flat black. It looks like this thing was in a war or something...”
The highway overpass has seemed to have collapsed right in front of the bus, making one of the worst wrecks maybe in mankind, or at least that I’ve ever seen. I’m counting what I’ve seen as “worst in mankind” too, because there is this odd feeling of something super foul in the air. The bus windows are boarded up, and the sides of this thing look like they’ve been reinforced with scrap metal and random junk. Of course, I don’t think that whoever did all this anticipated multi-ton overpass collisions either. Ha, hopefully this is covered by their insuranOW OW OW. My head is really killing me. I’m getting all loopy in the head, and I haven’t got a clue as to why I was on that bus, or where the hell I am. I should look inside again... look for clues or something.
So the bus door is either missing, or this was the unconventional air conditioning unit that we’ve all been missing out on. Regardless, I think I can squeeze up into the aisle. It’s a mess in here, and I think the only reason I survived this was because I was sitting in the back. I can’t see a damn thing though. It’s like there was a nuclear fallout or something in this area, and I’m starting to think that maybe I really am an escaped prisoner. Ha. No, that’s not right. Someone spilled a soda on the floor in here, ‘cause it’s so sticky.
I’m rooting around in junk like an animal, and this is so pointless because nothi... a cell phone! Err... Should I call 911 though? I mean, wouldn’t someone have been here by now? A highway falls down in the woods, does... ugh... my head. Ah, shit, the screens all jacked up anyway, but at least the backlight wor... “Oh my God, oh my god... These are all dead peopl.... I’m fucking crawling in blood!!!!” Gotta get out of here, GOT TO GET OUT.
“What was th... Hello?” Shit... shit shit shit. “Is someone there?” Ok, ok, don’t panic. Think. You’re fucking nuts. You’ve lost who knows how much blood, plus, you’re confused and disoriented. It’s probably just the paramedics, or hell, even the news crew to come check this mess out.
There’s those damn tears I was missing... Repeat until help arrives. Do not apply pressure longer than fifteen minutes at a time, as damage can occur to blood vessels and nerve endings. As long as help is on the way and you can continue to apply direct pressure, a tourniquet is usually not necessary. Use only if there is no other option. There is no help. There is no other option. I am a fucking doct... I can do this... think man... When there is no hope for medical help, cauterization is a last resort....That glow... the only glow... The engine of the bus is still red hot... hot enough for me to maybe save myself... I have to find something cleaner... My legs are so weak that I’ve resorted to a mix of crawling and limping. Almost there... I’ll bite down on my shoe or something, put my arm against the manifold, and bam, life saved, total badass... Made it... Now to crawl up the front of the bus and...
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