the same as the previous one.
It is hard for people who live under blue skies to imagine what a heavy city fog is like. It is something quite different from the clear mist on a mountain and may come down without warning and cover a whole town.
And that it was that happened in that morning. I woke up early, dressed pretty quickly and didn’t even had my breakfast, to catch the school bus. As I opened the front door of the building I lived in, a heavy fog was covering all outside and entered the hallway and I could see nothing out of the door. I stepped out and with my rucsack in one hand I was trying to find the path in our garden towards the street where the school bus was supposed to arrive in less than five minutes.
But I could see only the fog. It was a thick, moist fog everywhere. And suddenly I heard the noise of the school bus engine. I followed the sound and here it was. It stopped and I climbed the three steps in a rush and sat on the first plase I saw. Then I looked around. There was no one on the bus, except the driver. I mean absolutely no one. Strange. Usually all my colleagues are there. And I asked the driver what happened. No answer come back to me. And asked again. He seemed not to hear me. I tried to wave at him but it was like I wasn’t even there. I looked over the windows. I could nothing but the fog. That strange fog that was not the usual one, the one I was used to since I was born. I couldn’t even see the trees or the shape of anything. And the bus was continuing its way. I hoped it was only in my mind.
Then, the bus stopped. And the doors opened. I walked down. And in front of me, there was the high school. Finally, something familiar. But, again, there was no student around. Maybe they were all already in the classrooms.
I entered and again, there was no one on the hallways. Not even the teachers. I went straight to my class and opened the door. Again, no one. I started to panic and feel scared. I went to the other classrooms and there was no one there, also.
I started to shout: Is there anyone here? No answer back. I ran out of the high school and there was the school bus waiting. Empty again, except for the driver. I climbed the three steps carefully, sat on the firts seat and waited to see what would happen. It seemed the bus was driving me back home. I just sat there quietly. And soon the bus stopped and the doors opened.
As I was climbing down the three steps I said to myself: let’s see if the driver will answer to me now. And I asked him what was going on. And this time I think he heard me. And he turned his head towards me to answer. And there I had the most horrific image I have ever seen: his face completely white and swollen as if he was three days dead and his teeth were yellow and big and the eyes were red. I only heard his first words: „Run boy, run! The Zombies will come for you, tooooooo….”
And I ran.
I climbed the steps of every entrance until I came to my own. Even when I
had opened the door, I was not sure that it was the right house or even the right street.