[I] [color=82ca9d]~Sebastian Galloway~[/color] [/I]

[Color=6ecff6]"I'm not really sure what happened, I usually zone out before work so I wasn't really paying attention. As for the time..."[/color] out of habit I pat my front right pocket for my phone, but the rectangular bulge was no where to by found. [Color=f49ac2]'Must have had it in my hands when we crashed otherwise I'd probably still have it.'[/color] After sanding up with the assistance of the man I look back and say, [color=6ecff6]"I'm not quite sure... But it should be around 6:30'ish... That's when I usually take the bus to work. But who knows how long we've been out."[/color]

After finding my bearings I look back to see the other young man following behind me, I give him a confirmative nod and continue to walk towards the glass hole by the drivers seat. Voices of others surround me and it dawns on me that me and this young man aren't the only two conscious. As I walk/stagger towards the driver seat I turn my head and yell back, [color=6ecff6]"To anybody that is able to standup right now, there is a way out by the drivers seat. Anybody who is too injured to move, sit tight. We're getting help."[/color] I make my way to the hole in the window and try to squeeze out. The shatter proof glass would have taken to much effort to try and make the hole bigger and I just didn't have the strength at the time. It didn't take long before made it out with minimal scratches. I immediately turn back to the young man with my hand extanded, [color=6ecff6]" Alright, your turn..."[/color]