She got on the Bus and in moments the Driver knew her for what she was. Her
tired eyes and thick legs both indicated the same thing.
The Walkers were not like the others. They were shunned by most and hated by
others. The Driver discretely checked his sidearm; He had remembered to load
it this morning before his shift. One couldn’t be too careful, especially on
the route he was assigned.
The old man at the wheel, his wrinkly hands in a white-knuckle grip, kept an
eye on the walker in his rearview as she went towards the back and sat down.
She was looking around as if being watched, which she was.
Someone shouted “Walker!” from the back, a male voice. She winced at the
sound and crouched down low in her seat. Miles passed. A group of wealthy
Riders in the front started giving her crazed looks. Out of nowhere she
stood up, her long arms hanging below her hips. She reached into her jacket
The Driver slammed the brakes, lunging the Walker forward into the
windshield. She collected herself and reached back into her pocket. Before
she could reveal what she was hiding, the Driver had acted. He had drawn and
fired a shot to her lower right ribcage. Her dark jacket became soaked in
blood as she collapsed to the ground.
What she was concealing was a small, plastic, semi-automatic 9mm pistol,
probably made in China, not deadly unless used properly, but could still
deal some damage.
Exactly what the Driver expected. Even if it hadn’t been a weapon, he would
have done it. He couldn’t be too careful. All Walkers had one thing in
The alarm blared at the Driver Center. This was one of the many in the city
of its kind. Sidney White woke without hesitation.
Within minutes, the halls were buzzing with the hundreds of Drivers in the
district. Sidney had been called to Administration for a briefing about his
interaction with the Walker the night before. They didn’t yell at him so
much as congratulate him. They told him that many Drivers would not have
acted the way he did. He had eliminated another murderer.
Murder, by law, is only murder if the victim is innocent. Innocence is based
on criminal record and history. If one was a Walker, and is killed, no
matter what the circumstance, it can not be murder. The only way it is not
is if the Walker is pardoned, and the only person who can pardon a Walker is
The Overseer of the city, which was, thanks to the First Congressional Army
of 2123, the only one left on the east coast after the War, decided that
since everyone else was destroyed, they should separate themselves from the
rest of the world and start over. Create their own nation.
The Buses were the only way to get around. On each block there was on
massive building and each block was a quarter mile square. You rode the Bus
from your starting block to your destination, simple as that.
The hundreds of Buses were kept in a huge underground garage. They were
ordered out in a single file line that went on for miles. After the incident
with the Walker, Sidney had been promoted from Bus number 1164 to number
149, a very large leap. His pay was also raised considerably. Driving was
the highest paying job left in the city.
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Peter Wrolling.
Published on e-Stories.org on 11.11.2010.