Arthur's white-knuckled hands gripped the steering wheel of his bus, in the back, families—young and old—huddled together, bracing themselves against the cold wind that was rushing in through the broken windows, it was almost suffocating—the cold air restricting his breathing like that first sip of a cold glass of water. His eyes watered as pinpricks of rain pelted him in the face.201Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk319o9zbXR
The rickety bus wasn’t built for this weather, and it was safe to say that the refugees huddled in the back weren’t either. He had just picked them up in the blackness of the early morn, and now, it was…well, he had lost track of time. 201Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf2G6owJqt9
Since his pocket watch had been broken the week prior, it felt as if the days melted into each other seamlessly. Weeks became months in such short time, it seemed.201Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN8vyu0DubH
He looked ahead, the lantern hanging over the bus’s windshield helped marginally, but only to the point where Arthur could see only a foot or two in front of him.201Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡszcAZVEnAd
The howling wind whipped his mousy hair through the air and threatened to pull his thick spectacles off his face. The lantern was swaying wildly, the glowing orange flame flickering rapidly, lapping the sides of the aged glass.201Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2BOHBoK6OI
He had to stop somewhere, somewhere safe. The farther from the Capital, the better. Arthur pulled on a lever, the bus sputtered and backfired as it accelerated, jostling the huddled passengers. In the cracked rearview mirror, Arthur could see a young, ragged mother with a bundled of faded cloth in her arms. Her pale, almost translucent hair hung over her glassy blue eyes, attentively watching the bundle. The sight sent shudders down Arthur's back. How could any mother hold her child like that - knowing they had..201Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1vPN8ktzdi
Arthur shook his head, refocusing on the road ahead.
Another refugee had pulled Arthur aside before they had departed, an older woman, she had explained to him in no uncertain terms that she was, in her words, "a bit of a loon."201Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnmVo3hovMJ
Arthur didn't particularly mind this; his only job was to drive refugees to the outskirts of Greymarsh; a small fishing village far enough away from the Capital that they wouldn't come looking for them. And then, they were the Haven's problem. 201Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8mMJvhLQli
Arthur would be lying if he said that she didn't scare him. In truth, she did. Every so often, he would find her staring at him through the rearview mirror; her eyes fixated on him in such a way that it felt as if she was pulling apart every thread of his life. Enlisting, coming home with one leg in the grave, the drinking that followed soon after. Everything.201Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtrUKM1oeZP
And he couldn't explain why.
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