Willa pressed her hands against her chest and searched for shattered ribs or torn skin. She expected her fingers to slip in warm blood. She found only her wet blouse clinging to her skin. The memory of the delivery truck smashing into her side on Fifth Avenue flashed behind her eyes. The grill had crushed the breath out of her lungs. The wet asphalt had scraped her face. Yet she stood here without a single scratch. She was dead. The realization crashed over her and stole the air from the room."What audience?" Willa asked the silent passengers. "Who is watching us?""Nobody you know," the man standing next to the metal pole said."I did not sign up for a game," Willa said. "I want to get off this bus right now.""You cannot," the man said. He did not move from his spot."Are you the one in charge?" Willa asked. She stepped closer to him and glared into his eyes."I am just a passenger," the man said."You just dragged me onto a bus full of corpses," Willa said. "I demand you open tho
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