The bus turned the corner, heading to where the group of people stood waiting. As if to torment them, it slowed even more forty feet away. To many, it looked like a plane preparing for landing. To Alex, it looked more like a slow death.
Moving toward it, Alex reached for the door to push it open before the bus could stop. His foot slipped and he landed with his body under the bus. When the bus stopped, its wheel sat on his stomach.
Amid the shouting people, a lone figure dressed in black checked Alex’s name off his list.