HORROR INSIDE BUS 2
READ PART ONE ” HORROR IN BUS PART ONE”
The journey continued and after they had almost arrived at Voi, everybody was dead asleep. Karen and a sleepless waiter were the only one awake. She was playing games, her earphones plangent voice fixed onto her ears. Her legs were shaking. She needed to answer a call of nature.
She paused the game on her tab and beckoned the waiter to come to the place she was.The waiter came and she asked,
‘Where is the powder room?’
The well-dressed waiter directed her to the back
of the bus to a certain high-class facility whereby she left Karen inside. After she was through, she checked her face at the mirror and smiled. She was aware of her inviting face. She checked her clad too. She had an excellent fitting dress that brought out her bells and whistles apparently making her admirers salivate for what she held in store.
Abruptly, her eyes formed a grin look. The bus wasn’t on the tarmac road. She felt as the bus drove. She got out of the loo and rushed to the passenger’s deck. As she approached the first bend to her sitting position, she saw something that made her heart skip a bit. She had noticed strange people who had masked themselves to capacity. They were also armed to the teeth with AK47 rifles.
They were six in number. One of the militants was holding a gun whose nozzle was placed at the cerebrum of the trépidâtes driver.
‘Maybe he has been forced to drive off road.’ Karen told herself.
The other militants were busy inspecting the sleeping passengers.
Karen’s heartbeat could be heard as the air around her was calm. She squatted and slipped under the chairs until she approached the place her family was. She sat on her seat and woke Annette and Murray. She wanted them to be alert. She didn’t wake her mum because her yip would awaken those who would be in coma.
Murray didn’t believe what he was viewing. He rubbed his eyes again to ascertain that he wasn’t dreaming. The view of masked men inside the bus made his heart sink as he plastered a sorry look on Karen. He had never wanted Karen to hate public vehicles but could he really prevent this occasion? Absolutely No! Barrages of questions raced through his mind. How did they get inside the bus? How comes they were allowed inside?
The bus pulled up at a rather dark and bushy place full of trees and the sort where thugs armed with crude weapons loiter around in a manner intended to cause a breach of peace.
‘Get out!’ one of the masked men shouted as he battered and smashed one of the windows. He looked mirthlessly. Karen posted a furtive look at the raiders and got up. All the passengers had all got up and the screaming increased as they got outside the bus. The ricocheting of bullets in the air, made their screams cut short. Everybody got outside the bus. They were lined up in a queue as cars on sale and frog-marched around the unhealthy area. They were then forced to kneel down. Those who didn’t follow orders were bloodily whipped. Anyone who shouted was liable to curse the day he/she was born. Sounds of sobbing would be heard from different areas.
Murray’s hand had swelled. He was injured unawares as he tried to save Annette from the whips of terror.
The masked men got inside the bus and started frisking the remains of the luggage while the others guarded the hostages. A show came when Murray’s tablet flashed and emitted an illumination. One of the masked people took it and ordered everyone who was on board to undress and move three steps backward.
A certain old grandfather who upheld and respected his dignity even during the unexpected circumstances refuted the idea. He stood still as the others removed their clothes in fear. He was stabbed again and again in his intestines forcing his wife to shoot from the crowd naked to at least hear the last words from his apple of the eye. She was begging and pleading for the attackers to leave his man alone that he was a very old man. The old man had started forming red patches of blood on his mouth. With one loud sound, he spewed out blood and perished. His hands were clung on his stomach’s massive wound.
‘Get back or else, you follow the same process’ the masked man said to the old woman as he pointed the nozzle directly at her. The stuff inside the bus and the entire luggage were salvaged in a hurry and placed on a certain ‘escape van.’
The masked men noticed that the people still had their underwear’s on. The attacker, who seemed to be their leader, forced them to remove everything they had adorned. The passengers including the driver were completely naked. The smell of flesh was evident.
One of the attackers got virile and held one of the ladies. She was a young slender girl. He slapped her and threw her on the ground. The unjust thing was happening in front of all the passengers. It was nauseating, irritating, disgusting and most of all, painful. The lady tried to escape his hands as she swam on the ground. Two men responded to her cry and tried to help; only to be shot dead on the spot. This made the hostages scream to attract attention of any passersby. On the other hand, the attackers didn’t want any kind of deterrence from their objectives. They kept on slapping and injuring those who screamed. After some minutes, the hostage girl got back in the queue with uncoordinated movements. She had been raped and injured completely.
They then ordered for rings and bangles that the passengers had adorned. They offered a basket where the rings were to be placed. One of the masked men ejected an earring forcefully from a certain girl’s ears destroying the pinna of the eye completely. She was crying and bleeding profusely. Karen and Annette were silent and completely demoralized by the way the attackers were mistreating the hostages.
They ordered for the hostages to get back inside the bus one by one with their hand behind their head. Their legs were to be kept apart also as they walked to make sure that nobody got inside with anything. The attackers left.
Everybody inside the bus was naked. They wondered how they would alight at their destination. Most of them were praying to God for saving their lives from the deadly claws. For the next hours until Mombasa, nobody slept. They were all awake in sixes and in sevens.
The bus pulled up at a certain area away from the main town. Inside the bus, the stench of rotten sweat emanating from the legs of men and the armpits of women was excessive. The driver couldn’t drive to town because of the shame they would experience. Everybody would like to know how the clothes got taken away.
After 3 hours of wondering what to do, Murray borrowed a ‘leso’ from a lady on the outside of the bus. He covered himself with it and got outside the bus. He had no shoes. Fortunately, that was the culture of Mombasa. Having a ’leso’ and being barefoot wasn’t something so big. It was normal.
He approached the bank in which he was a member in town and explained his story. After thorough investigations that lasted about 1 hour, he was given a new bank card and he also withdrew some cash.
He purchased some clothes from a certain mall of which he estimated they would fit his wife and his two daughters. He got back inside the full bus and gave clothing to his family. They later walked outside the bus leaving the same ‘leso’ with another man.
He held her daughter Karen while his wife Agnes, held her daughter Annette and walked away from the bus.
That’s how they managed to escape from death at the inhabited forests