Picture this.

Waking up all alone, something wich surely many know all too well and something wich no harm lays in, in particular. Noone could hurt you but just as much could noone treat you to something well.

Now though, picture yourself waking up in a pretty much empty bus of the more modern times, your back sore from having spent rested on one of these way too stiff banks of seats for what must have been atleast serveral hours now, to see it must have also been well past midnight according to the high standing moon wich you could spot floating high above through the window next to you.

This, seemed to be what happend to Iep as a wristband on her right said, wich just screamed to be of hospital origins, all white and pure with just a name and bloodgroup stated on it.

A girl, average in size for what seemed to be not much older than just a teenager, if not slightly smaller and with muscles of the more sofa-athlete sorts, by no means chubby or such though... Just a very average person of good looks and with curly red hair to strike her shoulders and cheeks when not tied to a short ponytail on her back, wich at the moment it was ofcourse not ... Just a ruffled mess of red locks.

So, leaning forwards, till she could feel her feet collide with the ground to produce a soft thudding noise, Iep raised onto her small feet and decided that going to the front would be the smartest course of action to ask the driver herself if maybe he could atleast get to the next city or why the hell he'd not even wake her up when she fell out of the waking world, atleast when the other passengers seemingly all went away after probably one or two stations like most normal lazy people would?

No, instead she'd have to probably get home at dawn because of this idiots behaviour but ... Ouh well... nothing the redhead could do about it now she guessed, nothing but to wait and be patient.

Iep forced herself to wait on one of the seats, the persistent smell of ciggerate bugging her, for the odour they carried was horrible, disgusting rather with how intense the whole bus was imbued in it, like everyone felt obliged to smoke atleast once between every station, a smell so stupidly strong, ... Iep stood up and stepped outside to get some fresh air, only to very quickly step back inside without her feet ever having touched the outside . Sure, she might've been paranoid this late but her eyes were fine ... Atleast they used to be and no doctor came to mind, wich ever told her she'd need glasses... These movements far back into the fields surely must've been imaginative, right? The fat outlines of a person quickly turning around but not moving or saying anything to follow up her random approach?

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The feeling of eyesight pressing into her flesh ... It was sadly all but imagination from the girls side, proven by the sudden snarly voice of a man who seemed to press his lips together tightly with every word spoken, Iep turned around quickly to see a short and definetly overweight figure five feet away from the entrance, outside ofcourse.

"Keppt youu waitinngg, cutie?"

His ... suggestive words chilled her, the hoarse laugh accompanying it afterwards making her stomach turn in combination with a closer inspection of who must've been either the driver or some random passerby.

Oily black hair ... A sweaty suit... opened up pants aswell as worn out sandals worn together with socks, making him not only look like the sort that never showered but also quite the unfashionable pervert. Saying he fit the description for every cliché rapist ever would be an understatement, and Iep, when her bravery got back, pushed some rather hostile words out her slim neck when her gut feeling became bad enough!

"B...Back away, creep. I ... I have pepperspray in my pockets... and ... and a knife."

She jinxed it ... The way she spoke must've given away the facts she did infact not own either of the two mentioned items. Her opponent though, suddenly seemed to hold onto both a phone and one mighty heavy looking muddied branch ... It was indeed quite strange to her ... He didn't even move and still ... Suddenly he had a weapon ... Surely unfair, especially when ones only way out was blocked ... And even more so, when this branch was suddenly placed directly against her head and the fat guy whose nameplate said "Jim Knopf" and who was definetly out for some shady and most definetly not legal activities had somehow made his way up the short flight of stairs and next to our girl in a blink of her small brown eyes.

It all just seemed way too fast atfirst and too slow afterwards... Like time decided to stand still for a moment to punch Iep into her at this moment not so adorable face and watch the thrilling moments of her pain for just a little bit longer.

Her consciousness faded, everything darkening by the second, sudden cracks in the windows wich never seemed to be there becoming more evident and a gurgling noise coming from a throat of not her own ... She heard it shatter and crack, felt shards rain down onto her, only to then be greeted by purely gray and a black door up front ... She was sitting on a bench, wearing the same wristband and a white onepiece subject suit.

A bell rang and the lock ticked, the handle was pushed down ...

Ieps' eyes still wide, she awaited even more negativity.