A Bus Hijack

The large brightly coloured bus whizzed down the highway, seemingly reflecting the enthusiasm of the passengers inside. Everyone was in high spirits as they discussed what kind of activities to do later on. Some dreamed of relaxing on the sandy white beaches in solitude, while others could not wait to explore the hidden caves and coves on the islands.

About forty-five minutes into the journey, the trees in the landscape outside the window suddenly slowed to a stop. There was nothing at this section of road except for the endless stretch of trees on both sides of the highway. We were the only vehicle for miles around. It was the most unlikely

Outside, a group of about 10 men gathered around the bus. Our puzzled faces started to fill with fear. Who were these masked men? They wore large torn shirts and long army pants stained with mud. These rugged men were armed. Some were carrying submachine rifles and the others handguns. Just then, one of then started banging hard on the door. As soon as the driver opened it and two men, stormed up the bus and took out their weapons. Everyone panicked and some of us screamed as the men threatened us with their weapons. They moved up the bus and shouted angry words at us but we did not understand any of it. The tour guide interpreted his commands and we acted accordingly.

Almost immediately, a team of medics led us out from burning hell. We never looked back as we climbed the path back into the forest. On our way to safety, we caught a glimpse of the bus that brought us here. It was an odd sight, there was nobody on board, but the engine was still running and the belongings still there. We were a little surprised to see it but there it was. Even so, it seemed to smile back at us, just as glad as we are that this is finally over.

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