Chase

Through the dreary rain-soaked city the autobus pummeled. Exhaust steaming behind, engines roaring to an extreme; the bus traveled many times faster than the posted speed limit. Passengers on board clawed the restraining bars for dear existence. The driver turn his gaze this way in that in spastic rhythms, suffering seemingly from some unknown spasm. The bus tires squealed in excitement, sending the bus’s back end fishtailing across the intersections. Traffic was at a bare minimum. Here and there cars were parked in the most ridiculous ways. The inhabitants of the city did not care about traffic laws. So destination unknown, the autobus scrambled across the gloomy metropolis, going nowhere, running from alien powers high in the sky.