There was a loud sound as the bus ran over something the the wheels popped. Kids screamed as glass shattered as the loose seat-belts smashed into them. Glass went everywhere and Dylan felt a sharp sting on his cheek - later followed by a feeling of wetness running down his face. 

Dylan reached his hand up to touch the wetness and his hand came away bloody. It wasn't very much blood, but his cheek stung a lot. It felt kind of like getting a paper cut. 

The two chaperones and the driver were screaming at the kids to remain calm, which wasn't very encouraging as the adults didn't seem very calm. 

"Please remain calm," Mr. Cole said, "is anyone hurt?" 

"Just a scratch on my cheek," Dylan said quietly. He was in shock, he thought. Had they run over spikes? Why would there be spikes? It couldn't have been spikes. 

Dylan asked Josh to move so he could get into the isle. He felt too clausterphobic in the corner. 

"I need to get off this thing," Dylan told his brother as he passed him. A girl knocked into him as she ran past, screaming and knocked Dylan onto his brother. Dylan apologized absently and stood again. Many of the kids had scared faces. Someone was screaming very loudly in the very back. Dylan looked and wished he hadn't. He wondered what Josh would think. 

In the back, where the girl was screaming, a boy - maybe it was Stan - was facing the wrong direction in relation to his body. Dylan felt his stomach churn. He needed to get off this bus. 

He made his way past the hysterical kids and somehow made it out. The doors were open and Mrs. Staffer was already outside, bent over the grass on the side of the road. 

Once he was outside, he could breathe again. He reigned in the feeling in his stomach and went to stand on a stop in the grass with enough distance away from the driver. 

The fog was thick and he could barely see his hands in front of him. The bus behind him was merely a shadow and the only sounds he could hear were those of the panicked bus riders and the bus driver. The small relief he had felt from being outside started to waiver as the fog started to feel as though it was smothering him. 

Then he heard something. There was a sound in the distant. Coming closer very quickly. He tried to listen to it to discern what was making the sound. He thought it sounded like - an engine. But the bus' engine was off.