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I staggered to the rear seats, where there was at least some power (though a stream of hot air that it's not paradise on earth ...). The only empty seat around the bus was stained with what appeared to organic remains unclassifiable, could be vomiting, a person that had melted due to heat, or anything in between. I took a quick look around me, the atmosphere was highly charged, an aura of bad feeling flooded across the bus, people looked askance frowning even more than usual. I was stunned watching a morbidly obese woman, her hypnotic fat was he could not stop staring. It was a tragically bizarre spectacle was so fat I took up two seats, and his clothes seemed about to burst, the seams were strained to the end. Why is it that when I see something bad I can not stop looking? Suddenly a strange sound me out of the trance in which I had sunk that tambourine of gigantic dimensions, the closest thing I can think of what I heard is the sound a squirrel makes when the outrages in the car, but slow motion, a kind of "BLERGH!". The sound came from a woman who cooperated with their own body fluids to stain increase seat.,
- Madam, are you okay? -A boy of my age, wearing a business suit in a color Ugly, ugly with a capital, felonious intent and premeditation, had approached the woman, lady, can you hear me? The woman seemed too focused on its mission (to fill the fucking bus half-digested kibble) to hear what a youngster dressed in a suit of his father told him - Is there a doctor on the bus?
A mustache that had hit a man with a squeaky voice rose from his seat and ran as he could to source amazing woman, who was still throwing up like an inexhaustible fountain. The man, in all good faith Templar Hippocratic looked up to women to observe his eyes, covering his mouth with your hand so that vomit does not give him in the face as he las comprobaciones. El vómito dejó de manar de la boca de la mujer tan de improvisto como había empezado a salir, momento que el médico bigotudo aprovechó para auscultarla con un oportuno estetoscopio que sacó de su maletín.
- Esto es tremendamente inusual –comentó con cara de preocupación –esta mujer está muy grave, debería ser trasladada a un hospital de inmediato.
- ¿Que es lo que le ocurre, doctor? –Vale, una mujer estaba muriendo frente a mí, pero que la gente hablara como si estuvieran en un telefilme de segunda o en un culebrón… eso si que asustaba.
- No quiero que se alarmen, pero esta mujer tiene los síntomas del Cólera, miren, no only losing fluid by mouth, but also has completely lost control of his anal sphincter. All people on this bus, including myself should be quarantined, he finished saying this, he went to the driver with a firm step (whatever that may be a strong step in a bus).
A silence came over the bus. The horrible costume kid, who until then had been giving pats on the back of the woman-power, stopped and looked at his hand in disgust. After blowing uselessly in his pants, as if it were to end with the virus, bacteria, or whatever, started to walk slowly to the other side of the bus. All present joined him, leaving us alone in the back seat to the woman and I source.
The bus stopped, but the doors did not open. Among the people began to panic, everybody was beating the windows with his fists and tried to open the doors screaming like crazy. Only the doctor, the woman-source and I kept my composure (and one of the three it was because he was unconscious).
mustachioed people tried to calm down, standing on a seat I asked them to behave and not try to leave the bus, we would go all the nearest hospital and ...
- And milk! No one
did like the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing locked with the woman-power in the furnace without air conditioning and less if a serious illness walked floating through the air.
Ignoring the doctor's advice, the mob continued pounding the windows and doors until he finally relented. Everyone started jumping off the can of sardines with prize was the bus. Faced with the prospect of staying alone with the sick, mustachioed and I chose to get off. People, who was so anxious to get out, had been at a safe distance from the bus, but did not dare to spread throughout the world, all eager to flee their home disappeared in the moment they stepped on the tarmac.
- should tranquilizarnos, lo mejor será que vayamos todos al hospital más cercano y que nos hagan pruebas a todos para comprobar que no estemos infectados de lo que tenga esa mujer –dijo un hombre que portaba orgulloso un bigote al más puro estilo Chaplin (o Hitler).
Un murmullo general de aprobación le dio la razón al hombre. La gente comenzó a recobrar la serenidad y se encaminaron de nuevo hacia el autobús. Ya habían entrado varias personas cuando de pronto, comenzaron a salir de nuevo, a trompicones, gritando y empujándose. Una vez estuvieron todos fuera, la mujer-fuente apareció en los escalones de subida al vehículo. Todos los que estaban cerca de ella parecían aterrorizados, se formó un círculo about women when it came down the bus and started walking erratically. It seemed as if he had more than ten cups, was reeling and weaving, growling nonsense, and if the show was not bad enough, did all this while plenty of fluids lost by the two doors of your digestive system. At this point, I decided that anyone with half a brain would: even sneak out of there knowing that could be infected with anything and pollution endangering anyone who crossed me.
The bus had stopped at the edge of the field, so that I had two choices: wait for the next, which come in an hour, or crossing a field about ten miles of low bushes with no shade.
