[@1Hawkeyes]

Shit. Ow, ow, ow. 

[color=6ecff6]"I [i]really[/i] didn't need another head wound,"[/color] I mutter as a shard of glass scrapes across my forehead, slicing a tiny bleeding slit above my right eye. It's not a serious wound, but it's going to be annoying to constantly have blood going into my eye. Anyway, now that the glass is out of the way, I brace my hands on the side, grunting in irritation and pain as my aching arms lever me up to a roughly standing position. I step up, finally freeing myself from that damn door. Now that my arms are free, I rub my temples, wincing at the still-constant headache. [color=f49ac2]Christ. This sucks.[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Thanks, then, Ally,"[/color] I mumble grudgingly at the woman. [color=6ecff6]"Tori."[/color] I survey the scene. The bus is on it's side, having flipped over. [color=f49ac2]Now that I look at it, it seems like a blessing that I didn't fuckin' [i]die.[/i][/color] I take a moment to wipe blood out of my eye—[color=f49ac2]I can already tell that this is going to get annoying [i]real[/i] fast[/color]—and try to figure a way out of this bus. I'm already starting to feel claustrophobic, and if I'm not out of here within the next ten minutes, [i]tops[/i], I think I'm going to flip shit.

[color=f49ac2]Windows? Either too high or on the pavement. Same for door. Roof hatch?[/color] I wordlessly maneuver my way over the seats and grab the handle on the roof safety hatch, yanking it to the side. Nothing. [color=f49ac2]Must've gotten stuck somehow. Fan-fucking-tastic.[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Hey,"[/color] I croak in a passable imitation of a yell, [color=6ecff6]"anyone near the back of the bus want to see if the backside can still open up?"[/color]