There are traces of life seeping away wherever Keith looks. Blood oozes from the cut neck of a man who ’ s gone through the windscreen and died half-in and half-out of his car. The bonnet of the truck Keith ’ s leaning against for support is still warm. A cash wagon outside a bank is stuck in reverse, engine still running. It emits a shrill alarm and an automated voice on a loop warns Keith (and only Keith now) that he should use caution ... this vehicle is reversing ...
Keith doesn ’ t have the first idea what ’ s happened here, and right now he has very little desire to find out. He just wants to get home.
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There ’ s a twenty-nine bus just short of the place where Keith usually catches it, but there ’ s no point waiting today. It hasn ’ t moved since everything stopped, and it ’ s no
