text: >Everything is silent but the wind. An empty bus stop is across the street. The faded green metal of the shelter is rusted, and the glass has long since been graffitied. Trash is overflowing a nearby wastebin. A young man, thinly built sporting a tattered leather jacket, red beanie, and jeans comes into view. He is smoking a cigarette. >Cut to close up view on his grey eyes - you see them flick upwards, you can see he is vigilant and aware of his surroundings at all times. He blinks. >The sun is bright overhead. He solemnly approaches the bench and stands in the shade, leaning with his back against the shelter. Hands in his pockets, he glances left. >A lone stranger is staggering down the sidewalk across the street. His movements suggest psychosis. Jagged hand movements and reactions to imaginary surroundings, he is clearly under the influence of reality altering chemicals. >A bird chips in a nearby tree. the branch sways in the breeze. >Cut back to main character, light smoke curls around his face as he exhales. his eyes are trailing the stranger, face completely blank. He blinks. >The bus driver is clearly frustrated. His face is screwed up in brewing emotion. Eyes watery, face red and bushy eyebrows angrily clenched down. In the back of a bus a baby is crying, cell phones are going off, noise is building up. One of the passengers is becoming aggressive and is about to cause a commotion with another. The driver is glancing in his mirror. >The staggering stranger, is reacting violently to nothing. His movements are erratic. He steps into the street. There is froth at his mouth, eyes dilated. Incapable of forming words, he moans and blurts incoherently. >The main character glances right. >A young adult female is driving her car. She is listening to loud pop music, her hair is in her face as she dances in her seat. She glances down at her radio console, which has a glare coming off it from the sun's reflection. >Close up of her gas gauge, it is rising. She is still looking at her radio, changing the channel. Her elbow bumps her coffee and it spills. She gasps and makes a desperate attempt at saving her drink. >Cut to main character. He glances left. The bus is approaching. He starts to finish his cigarette. >The bus driver yells at the passenger. Threatening to kick him off the bus at the next stop. The passenger raises his voice. The baby is wailing. >The young woman reaches for the cup, hot liquid pouring all over the interior of her car. She is looking down at the mess. Her music is is still blaring loud. >The raving madman is seen for a fraction of a second in her windshield. The music volume, combined with her speedy distracted driving, she hits him hard. >The bird takes flight. >From main character's point of view, time is in slow motion. The stranger impacts the car and his limbs splay out at an inhuman angle. His flesh ricochets off the metal car. This bag of fleeting mortality lands in the path of the bus. About 6 feet in front of and to the left of the main character. His face is a bloody mess and the left leg is shattered in many places. A bloody pool forming around his mangled body. >The bus driver has his head turned. Attention towards the back of his bus. He hits the brakes a little harder than he usually would to spite the standing passenger that was making his day shit and yells at him to get off the bus. >As stranger gurgles blood in the road, the bus drives over his head. Brains splatter on the driver's side wheel. The bus barely feels a bump as it rolls to a stop. The door to the bus opens and a man storms off in the same direction the bus was heading without looking back. >Main character takes one last puff of his cigarette, flicks it then steps onto the bus. >Cut to black.