An old thing, but far from obsolete, the bus’ wheel screeched as the mighty vehicle slowed itself to a stop. The doors folded open to reveal quite the rundown bus stop, empty of everything except dust, bugs, and the silky homes of those that fed on them.
“Last stop.” The driver said to his only remaining passenger: you. He glanced out at the destination, the final one before he and his metal partner were to return to station, and then at you. “Never had anyone want to come to this out-of-the-way place before. Planning anything in particular?”
You shoot him a small smile. “Just looking for some inspiration.” You say, and hand him a few extra coins for his service. You pluck your bag from up off the floor and secure it to your back, before moving towards the waiting portal to the outside world.
Two steps is all it takes for your feet to met the cold, gray stone of the sidewalk. It’s a calm day – not beautiful or sunny, but not windy or rainy either. Just a few clouds in the sky and a pleasant breeze washing over you as it passed on through. A decent enough day to do what you had came to do.
From behind, you hear the bus’ doors fold shut and the wheels screech once more as it again sprung to life. It departed, and had you turned to watch it go, you would have seen it quickly disappear off into the distance. But you weren’t the slightest interested in that old machine. It was the world around you that held all your interest.
With a deep breath, you begin your trek, going around the abandoned bus stop and towards what lurked behind it. That was your destination, your objective. Where, hopefully, you’d find what you wanted to find…
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