Ashley took a deep breath and walked away from Spencer’s make shift prison, well more like hobbled away, dragging her broken leg with her. She pushed fabric, seats, glass and anything else out of her way. The bus driver was in view again and she swallowed down the feeling of puking, death clung to the air inside this bus and she was desperate to get out.

Licking her lips she allowed her brown eyes to search the bus for a way which wasn’t going to be easy with the bus tipped over with the door pressed into broken concrete. Stepping over the body she neared the windshield, ducking low beneath the driver seat, she groaned in annoyance. There was no way out the front windshield because of another car pressed tight into it, rolling her eyes she stepped back over the dead bus driver, for a fleeting moment she wondered what his name was, did he have kids or a wife or possibly a husband or boyfriend, did he go to the gym and donate to charity or was he the kind of guy to hog his money and pig out on fast food at every meal.

Shaking her head to clear the disturbing thoughts from her mind, brown orbs squinted in the darkness searching for anything, any other way out. Leaning her head back staring up to the ceiling, twisted metal and broken windows met her gaze. It seemed the only way out was up and through the windows. Biting her lip in thought trying to figure how to accomplish this task.

Crawling up a pile of mangled seats gave her enough height to reach her arms up to the edges of the window of her choice where all the glass had been knocked out. Yanking her self up wasn’t easy, she was no body builder and the leg brace was adding more weight. Her head passed through, breath caught, so many cars turned over, the walls of the tunnel caved in on top of vehicles, water dripping and in the far distance she could see a tiny fire starting to flicker to life.

Arms giving out her body collapsed back into the bus, she was too weak to get out. Frustrated she picked up a metal pipe and threw it hard to the other side of the bus, watching it collide with what used to be the top of the bus, the phone rang again so she dug it out of her pocket, “Yeah?” she barked out not in the mood to be nice.