The Crash - 3

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Nick had been sent, with shocking speed, to the front of the bus. He tried to move but the weight of the bodies on top of him prevented him from doing so. He was vaguely aware that he was on the bottom of this pile but was not sure how many others were on top of him.

He lay still for a few seconds more before realising he couldn’t breathe; he had vastly underestimated the weight of those on top of him and was only noticing now that they were crushing his lungs. He tried to call out but no words came. He could feel himself drifting ever quicker into a peaceful sleep, where he could think things over and analyze every last detail of everything that had ever been or ever will be. Suddenly a crack of light appeared in the bodies by his face and then a whole body lifted and Nick’s head was bathed in the dull glow of the outside. This came too late for him however, as his body lay limp on the ground, still covered in other unconscious children.

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