The Bus

You awake with six other strangers. You don't recognize anyone, you haven't a clue on how you got here. The bus is old and deteriorating, you wonder how long you've been there. You have lost your memory all together. Your instincts is all you have to go on. The air is hot and dry. The wind howls as it whips through the bus windows. The quietness is deafening. Only the sound of disoriented people moving about slowly and the creaking of an old bus.