KICK! HIT! GOAL!!!.

Adam and I was walking home happily, whistling to the chirps of life merrily merrily down the road,
we talked about me, about his way of life, and then we boarded bus 970. The driver looked weird, he was sweating, I could see there was something wrong, something terrifying has struck him, his eyes showed no signs of life, the driver's face was pale white, there was this sense of unspoken foreboding, as if he has been struck by Harry Potter's "stupidfly", I tried to ignore his out-of-the -blue behaviour, continued scanning my EZ-link. I turned around to find my seats, that was when no one spoke anymore, we stood rooted to the ground, as if hell has come to devour us. The truth was far worse than that. Our eyes became lifeless, we broke into cold sweat, at that time, we looked exactly like the driver of bus 970, license plate number S658H.

We saw what we saw, and we will never forget what we saw, because we have already seen what we saw.

Adam and I quickly regained consciousness, picked the front seats, sat down, took out our earpieces and tried to eradicate the horrible sounds. No one spoke a word. I was scared out of my underwear. It was horrifying, the sight, the hearing impaired my body. I could not stop shivering.

THE BUS HAD BECOME A ZOO. YES, THE ZOO.
THE ANIMALS HAVE ESCAPED TO REALITY FOR A FUCKING EXCURSION.

it was a shock of my life. the neighings, the hootings, the roarings pierced through my earpiece and into my ear drums, I dare not look back, most of those who boarded, alighted at the next bus stop. But Adam and I were frozen with fear, we could not pick up the courage to stand, let alone pressing the goddamn bell. Some animals' heads have the size of deformed potatoes. Some had the head to body ratio of 3:1.
I could not help myself but urinated in my pants.
I alighted before ADAM and before i left to salvage my wobbly legs and to save my life, i said two words to him.

GOOD LUCK

.][-Splattered my blood on
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