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She knew that they were safe, and she was confident that they would have a safe and enjoyable journey. "Yeah," Rachna said, "The bus must have enhanced stability and control with an electronic braking system including ABS, engine brake, hill start assist, integrated hydrodynamic retarder and Electronic Vehicle Stability Control, the EVSC". Savita nodded in approval. "Kudos to our operator for bringing in such a swanky bus." She applauded. Sonia could feel and sense the appreciation of her audience. She continued, “Bus tours can be a long day, so we have ensured you are comfortable with the air conditioning, seats, and onboard restroom facilities. If you want to lie down, you can do so too.”

I snuggled in Wyatt’s arms and reminded him coyly, “No need to go overboard. I’m easy to please when it comes to food...” My gentle and understanding nature made him love me even more. We lingered in each other’s arms for a long while in the cramped seats before he finally let go. Our destination was approaching, and the other fellow passengers were gradually waking up. No matter how much we wanted to, we could not get frisky in front of all these people. At 1 p.m., the bus finally arrived at its destination. Wyatt thoughtfully carried my luggage and enthusiastically introduced the place as soon as we stepped off.

Isabella replied, stepping forward. Finally, he looked up at me. “Alvara Dane.” “Yes,” I said. He gave a small nod and gestured toward the bus door. “Welcome. You may board.” We climbed in one after the other. The moment I stepped inside, I paused for a second. The interior was nothing like the regular buses we were used to. Soft leather seats lined both sides, wide and comfortable, with enough space between them that you didn’t feel cramped. The windows were large, letting in streams of morning light, and the air inside smelled faintly clean and new.

‎ ‎Sophie glanced around at the bus's amenities and said to me, "This bus is pretty fancy, and it even has air conditioning. ‎When I was researching this trip, I saw other tour groups that had old vans, small, shabby, nothing special, just some cookies to snack on." she said. ‎ ‎"Must be that this tour package is a bit more expensive," I guessed. ‎ ‎For some reason, ever since I left the hotel, I’d had the feeling that a sharp gaze was fixed on me, making me uneasy. It felt like there was a constant presence behind me, even on the bus.

It was the start of the new semester, so I got on a bus headed toward a college campus. The moment I stepped on, I was nearly crushed by the number of bodies on board. It was packed wall to wall. People were pressed together with barely any room to stand. I craned my neck to scan the back of the bus. Just as I imagined, amid a cluster of older passengers stood a girl in a short plaid skirt. There was a large suitcase set beside her. It was obvious that she was a freshman. She was likely just arriving for registration. Her face still carried that bright, sheltered innocence from high school.

Their eyes swept over me from head to toe, and the way they looked at me made my skin grow even warmer. I nodded. "Yeah. What a coincidence running into you guys here." "It's a long trip, and there's still a bit of a walk after we get off. Just stay with us." "Okay, thanks." After that, I shifted in my seat. I already felt uncomfortable, and with how hot and stuffy the bus was, my underwear was soaked. One of the men said irritably, "This bus is way too hot. I'm dying here." My heart jumped, and I could feel myself tingling down there.

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?

“Was that a look? That looked like a look.” Ava quickly looked away. “Nope. Just a general eye movement.” “Mmhm,” Sophia said, raising a brow but letting it go. “Let’s focus on more important things like who’s riding with who.” Up ahead, Stephan was rallying a group of classmates, organizing the buses into groups based on rooms and friend clusters. “Bus A is for Group One, going straight to the cabins,” Stephan called out. “Bus B will take the rest to the tour site first, then loop back. Let’s move, people!”

Slowly but carefully, they both stalked toward the dead body which was laggardly turning into ashes. Dedari picked up the book which should contain no more than ten pages, seeing its smallish and thin size. "Won’t you open it?" Jacob asked, seeing Dedari hold the book tightly in his hand and disappear into mist. "I will when we get to the bus. Let’s get going already." Dedari said, watching as Jacob huffed before turning into mist too. Together, they moved very fast through air, toward the camping region where the bus which served as their tour house was located.

Mama bids me farewell and wishes me a great day ahead, and I say the same to her. I spot a big tour bus at exactly seven thirty-two driving down my street with the logo of the Go Project on it, and I know it comes for me. Once it reaches where I stand, he stops and its door opens to me. “Good morning, sir.” I greeted the older man on the steering wheel and he smile radiantly back at me. I noticed the seats of the bus are yet to be occupied and I move to take my seat while the bus resumes its movement when I see Caroline sitting on the second to the last roll.