 | by
Alec in Michigan |
January 29th, 2007
Logan woke up with a throbbing sensation in his forehead. He felt something warm oozing from the corners of his mouth. Blood. As his mind unclouded, he looked at his situation. The tour bus had just crashed through a rail of some sort, and then down a steep, rocky hill. Logan must have bumped his head because right before the impact with the ground, it had gone dark. He had been in the bus with 3 other people, Scotty, Jay, and the bus driver. Remembering them, Logan tried to stand up. And winced in pain. Come on dude, he thought, you can get through this, your a hard rocker! And nothing kills hard rockers!
With a renewed sense of vigour, Logan stood up. It hurt like heck, but he limped onto his two feet. He scanned the bus, it was a rubble ridden mess. There were shards of broken glass all over the floor, and the leather couch where Logan, Jay, and Scotty had been sitting was ripped from it's screws and thrown to the front of the bus. The front! That must be where Jay and Scotty were. Logan limped across the floor. His leg bumped into something. He looked down. And two, cold dead eyes looked up at him.
"Oh my..."
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