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Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 6:21pm On May 30
damselposh:
Ride on boss

Thanks, damselposh
Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 6:22pm On May 30
EkopSparoAyara:
Another one..

cheesy
Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 6:27pm On May 30
EkopSparoAyara:
It just got hotter.. The number of casualties are rolling out..
These robbers should have just collected the money and left the ladies alone.. Such a pity..

Akin, don't do anything stupid that could cost your life like that of Biggie.. Live to fight another day..


BRAVO JAMES-KUDOOSKI

Another wonder commentary from EkopSparoAyara. Keep it up, bro.

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Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 6:28pm On May 30
becca2017:



It's good to be back mehn!!!! Ride on sire�

Becca is back! Welcome dear.
Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 6:33pm On May 30
Kaycee9242:
chai these robbers are very heartless i swear. well done op u are good

Yes oooo. They are daredevil.
Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 6:35pm On May 30
PrudySara:
Akin had better take things easy, so he wouldn't end up like Biggie.
I fear for them, cos of the trouble that's looming...

Bring it on sir!
Lemme get enough popcorn and groundnuts!

Yes ooo. Please tell him oooo.

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Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 6:46pm On May 30
PraiseHim4ever:
Reminds me of an high robber that met his younger sister in the bus his gang wanted to rob. He had no option than to kill her. He's still in prison as i type this.


Awwwwwwww!!!! That was evil!
Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 6:48pm On May 30
Tonyspecial:
Nice one
Dude

Thanks, bro.
Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 6:51pm On May 30
Kaycee9242:


what a terrible thing, dts y its good to always look down whenever robbery is ongoing coz once Dy recognize u dts d end

You are very right, Kaycee.
Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 6:53pm On May 30
EkopSparoAyara:


That was really disastrous..

Very disastrous!!! cry

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Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 6:55pm On May 30
Lilly4endu:
Akin, don't allow your fight to be over. Tread with caution.

Yes ooo, Lilly4endu, please warn Akin oooo.
Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 6:56pm On May 30
Caught Your Breath Yet?

Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 7:13pm On May 30
Chapter Three
The Forest
(Episode 6)



The bastard was about getting down to the business when we heard gunshots. Two of the robbers screamed and fell to the ground. The ladies they flung over their shoulders scampered into the bush. The others dropped the women they were carrying and returned fire. The don turned around in a scurry, trying to pull up his trousers and picking up his gun at the same time. In a surprise attack, Fiona swung to her feet and buried a sidekick to the idiot's stomach. She followed through immediately with a hook kick to his jaw. The don fell backwards but regained his balance quickly. He dived for his rifle and fired straight at Fiona. She jumped behind one of the drums the robbers had used to barricade the road, and the bullet wheezed past.

Blood gushed over my head as a bullet lodged itself into the neck of one of the robbers restricting me. The other one left me and ran to join forces with his gang members to ward off their attackers.

“Maggots! Maggots!!” the don yelled as he unleashed fire at their attackers. His rifle danced nonstop. Bullet shells made clattering sounds as they dropped to the ground in their numbers. It seemed the rage inflated his muscles, making his macho physique more pronounced.

I dropped to the ground and started crawling as fast as I could. Sweats covered my whole body and my clothes gummed to my body as if they were another layer of my skin. The other passengers scampered in all directions. Bullets flew all about. The smell of gunpowder permeated the air, and smoke blurred my vision. Discordant screams of panic were all over the place as well as the muffled sound of metal sinking into flesh. There was this particular robber that I noticed had been laid back about the whole operation from the beginning. I perceived that robbery was not his thing. He might have been a victim of circumstance.

In the hazy vision, I saw one of the robbers charge towards where Fiona and some others were hiding. He cornered Fiona and squeezed the trigger. The gunshot was loud, but I was surprised and relieved to see the robber dropped to the ground instead of Fiona. I was further surprised to see who fired the shot—it was John Doe, the hesitant robber. “You might want to find your way into the bush,” I guessed he told Fiona and rushed to join his gang members. I soon got to Fiona and took cover behind the barricade too. Mother-in-the-Lord was also there, continuously chanting, “Blood of Jesus! Blood of Jesus!!” I managed to scan where Biggie's body was lying some minutes ago, but it was no longer there.

More soldiers of the Nigerian Army arrived, and the fierce battle raged on. The robbers, especially the don, were not ready to back down. I had never seen such a gung-ho band of robbers in my life. Their sheer number and heavy arms might have elevated their confidence. With the increased shooting, we discovered that our cover was no longer safe. Bullets were already tearing our shield apart.

“We need to get out of here!” Fiona yelled. She had hardly finished talking when a bullet brushed past her ear. I scanned trepidatiously for an escape route.

At that moment a bullet hit the fuel tank of the robbers’ getaway van, and it erupted in flames. The breeze blew the heat in our direction, making us squinch our faces and grind our teeth in response. Then, I spotted an opening to escape. “Over here,” I motioned to Fiona and the others.

Mother-in-the-Lord hesitated, crying at the top of her voice, “My son,” and was pointing in a particular direction.

Fiona and I stopped dead in our tracks and turned to the direction in which she was pointing. Behold! On the ground in the heart of the shooting was the small boy sitting and wailing! He covered his ears with his palms and was calling his mother. Tiny stone particles splashed at him as bullets danced around him. There were bloodstains on his face. Without a second thought, Fiona jumped out of our hiding and headed for the boy. I pulled her back and dashed forward instead, ducking and dodging the bullets the best way I could.

Immediately I picked him up, throngs of bullets ravaged the very spot he was seated seconds ago. I heaved a temporary sigh of relief. I carried him and began running for cover. Bullets chased after us, dropping at my heels each step down the way. I sang Hallelujah in my head when, thankfully, we made it back alive. Mother-in-the-Lord pulled the boy to herself and kissed his forehead and hugged him several times. She kept thanking me amidst her cry. There was no time to waste. So, I hastened everyone up. We then ran into the bush. The raging battle—with all the terrifying sounds, smell, and sight that came with it—continued in the background. We didn't know how long it would last.

As we made our way into the forest, I couldn't get the scene of lifeless bodies littering everywhere and the nauseating smell of blood out of my head. I prayed I was dreaming, but this was no dream. As the forest welcomed us into its cold embrace, we weren't sure of what dangers laid ahead of us.



To be continued ... Watch Out for the Next Episode!

NB: The book is NOW AVAILABLE on online stores. For those who don't want to wait for each episode to be released, get the book here:


1. OKADABOOKS: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the_last_bus/33597

2. LITIRESO: https://litireso.com/library/B-530ykalgylh2

3. SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1024020

4. BAMBOOKS: Coming soon.



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Re: The Last Bus by Kaycee9242(m): 9:01pm On May 30
nice one op, this is y i hate night travel with passion but in a situation like dis d guy had no option

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Re: The Last Bus by Kunzu(m): 10:37pm On May 30
Next episode baba oo

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Re: The Last Bus by Lilly4endu(f): 11:08pm On May 30
Akin, God will see you through. OP thanks for the update.

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Re: The Last Bus by EkopSparoAyara(m): 12:52am On May 31
JamesKudooski:

Another wonder commentary from EkopSparoAyara. Keep it up, bro.

Thanks man.. Thanks for having me here..

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Re: The Last Bus by Ann2012(f): 1:29am On May 31
See confirm action story cool

Your stories are always top notch and I'm always looking forward to updates cos you sure know how to drop it like it's hot!!! grin

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Re: The Last Bus by skubido(m): 12:16pm On May 31
Gbayiiiii boss

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Re: The Last Bus by EkopSparoAyara(m): 12:30pm On May 31
Fiona summoned a lot of courage to pull off that stunt,am glad she didn't get hurt in the process..

Akin and the rest has managed to escape the gun fire.. The huge question is what else is in store for them inside the forest..

They could be attacked by wild animals or maybe they'll just survive for another day..

Indeed your description of things are top notch..
I felt like I was watching it before a television screen..


BRAVO JAMESKUDOOSKI...

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Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 7:56am On Jun 01
Kaycee9242:
nice one op, this is y i hate night travel with passion but in a situation like dis d guy had no option

Abi oooo!!!
Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 8:00am On Jun 01
Kunzu:
Next episode baba oo

On the way, Kunzu
Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 8:08am On Jun 01
Lilly4endu:
Akin, God will see you through. OP thanks for the update.

You are welcome, Lilly4endu. And really, Akin needs all of our prayers right now.
Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 8:09am On Jun 01
EkopSparoAyara:



Thanks man.. Thanks for having me here..

You are always welcome, bro.

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Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 8:14am On Jun 01
Ann2012:
See confirm action story cool

Your stories are always top notch and I'm always looking forward to updates cos you sure know how to drop it like it's hot!!! grin

Thanks so much for the compliments, Ann. I really appreciate. And thanks also for being there to read my stories and offering your comments freely.

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Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 8:22am On Jun 01
skubido:
Gbayiiiii boss

Skubido, I feel you.
Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 8:27am On Jun 01
EkopSparoAyara:
Fiona summoned a lot of courage to pull off that stunt,am glad she didn't get hurt in the process..

Akin and the rest has managed to escape the gun fire.. The huge question is what else is in store for them inside the forest..

They could be attacked by wild animals or maybe they'll just survive for another day..

Indeed your description of things are top notch..
I felt like I was watching it before a television screen..


BRAVO JAMESKUDOOSKI...

EkopSparoAyara the commentator, I dey gbadun your commentary walahi.

And thanks for the compliments too.

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Re: The Last Bus by EkopSparoAyara(m): 8:28am On Jun 01
Happy new month to you all my fellow occupants of The Last Bus.. May we journey to end of it..
Re: The Last Bus by EkopSparoAyara(m): 8:29am On Jun 01
JamesKudooski:

EkopSparoAyara the commentator, I dey gbadun your commentary walahi.
And thanks for the compliments too.
Equilibrium respect to you too.. Happy new month..

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Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 8:34am On Jun 01
FRESH EPISODES LOADING.......

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Re: The Last Bus by Tominix(m): 9:00am On Jun 01
JamesKudooski:
FRESH EPISODES LOADING.......
ftc i must be ftc oya naw them don release me after a wk saying "bullying and harrasment of a fellow nairalander" bully who a gay. iyama. . . . I wanted to deal with him again, then i remembered the story am writing, and what you said . . . . . I left him. Buh he is still under a ban

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Re: The Last Bus by JamesKudooski(m): 9:43am On Jun 01
Chapter Three
The Forest
(Episode 7)



Five of us kept running deeper and deeper into the forest. The boy was on my shoulder, and Mother-in-the-Lord waddled after us. We did not wait to consider how far we had gone; there was no time for that. The deeper we went, the more the sound of the battle was swallowed up by the rustling of leaves and the snapping of dry twigs. Our frantic run for escape, no doubt, unsettled the peace of the forest but we cared less. Sleeping animals ran helter-skelter. Birds took to the sky. Leaves scratched our bodies, and shrub branches slapped our faces. Our breathing became heavy and loud. Yet we neither stopped nor slowed down.

Suddenly, Mother-in-the-Lord stopped. She doubled over and wheezed as she hyperventilated. “Ah, I'm tired ... I cannot go on again,” she complained.

We all stopped. “Madam, we cannot stop now, and we cannot leave you here like this. Please, try some more,” I urged her and gave her my hand.
Instead, she sat on the ground and was looking like a sheep that was ready to die.

“No ... I ... cannot do this again. Hian! I cannot come and kill myself—”

Just then we started hearing gunshots again and footsteps thumping towards our direction.

“Ye! Holy Mary, Mother of Jesus!!!” Mother-in-the-Lord adjusted her beret, jumped to her feet, and took to her heels, leaving us behind. It was a funny scene, yet no one could laugh. I never knew she still had that amount of energy left in her.

The gunshots grew louder. It seemed some of the robbers had fled into the woods too in a bid to escape, and the soldiers were in hot pursuit. Adrenaline rushed through our bodies, and our pace doubled. Before long, we heard screams, and the footsteps retracted. It seemed the soldiers had succeeded in taking down the fleeing robbers and had retreated.

We continued until our legs grew tired. And when we eventually got to a clearing we knew we were safe; at least momentarily. We stopped to catch our breath and plan our next move. Mother-in-the-Lord collapsed to the ground and started panting heavily. Her weariness did nothing to tame her loquaciousness nonetheless. While the others sat on the ground, I rested my back against a tree just to be on guard. Leaves started to rustle near us, and heavy thumping was approaching. My expression grew stern, and I braced up for whatever would come out of the thick. Fiona picked up a piece of wood she saw close by and prepared herself too.

The closer the footsteps got to us, the deeper chills ran down our spines. To our relief and surprise, Biggie and two other ladies burst out into the open. Biggie doubled over and waited to catch his breath before saying anything. We watched on with our mouths wide opened. After he could manage to talk, he raised his hands for us to see the big hole on his sleeve under his armpit. He explained that the bullet did not hit him. He only pretended to be dead to save himself. At that moment, two other persons—a man and a woman—also ran out into the clearing. They were also escapees from the bus.

The joy we felt at seeing each other was as if we had known each other all our lives. We took stock. We were ten in all. Nobody had taken anything from the bus, so we had no water or food. That was when I learnt that Biggie's name was Onowvurie and just as I suspected, his nickname was Biggie. Mother-in-the-Lord's name was Elizabeth—oh, sorry—Sister Elizabeth. She preferred to be called that way. The little boy, her son, was Amitabh. There was Shola, a middle-aged man whose me-first attitude didn't take long to rear its head, and Ubong, a young man from Akwa-Ibom who spoke through his nose. There were also Amaka, Fatima, and Lilian.

We had no clue of where we were, so we decided to ask Uncle Google Map for answers. I brought out my phone and discovered that the screen had cracked. I shook my head. Sadly, there was no network signal on it just like on those of others who still had theirs with them. No doubt, we were far from civilisation. The time was seventeen minutes past three in the morning now and with no map to guide us, we resorted to our instincts to navigate our way out of this jungle.

“Mummy, I want to drink water,” Amitabh requested. His voice was very faint, and his lips were dry. I pitied the little boy; he was only eight years old. He was tired and thirsty, just like everyone else. His mother looked at me, and I looked at Fiona.

Sister Elizabeth drew him to herself. “Darling, we don't have any water here right now,” she rubbed his head. “Can you still manage some more? I'm sure the Lord will provide us with abundant water soon, and you will have enough to drink,” she assured him.

“Okay, mummy,” Amitabh responded in a dry voice and nodded.

Amaka dipped her hand into a small bag that hung across her shoulder. I wondered how the bag managed to survive the whole ordeal. She brought out a half-filled 50 cl bottle of water and handed it over to the little boy. Amitabh's lips curved up into a smile, and his eyes brightened up. He stretched his hand to collect it.

Shockingly, Shola sprang forward and snatched the bottle from Amaka and quickly gulped down the water before anybody could do anything. Amitabh looked on helplessly. Tears fell from his eyes.

I grew red hot with rage. “Are you mad? Have you no conscience?!” I yelled at Shola and dashed forward. I slugged him so hard that he fell on his butt.

He sprang up and shoved me hard. “What is your business?” he shouted back at me. “Does the boy have no respect, ehn? How could he expect to take something before his elders? Where I came from children wait for the older ones to pick first!” He began to walk away.

“You are a heartless, stupid man.” I made to rush at him, but Amitabh held my hands.

He looked up at me and said, “Uncle, leave him alone. I will be fine.”

The little boy's gesture melted my anger. I bent low and hugged him, assuring him that I would get him water no matter what it took. Everyone else reprimanded Shola, but he waved his hand dismissively and continued walking away. Biggie tried to broker peace. He pleaded that we remained united as we would need each other at a time like this instead of unnecessary bickering. Surprisingly, Mother-in-the-Lord—sorry—Sister Elizabeth didn't say a word; entirely unlike her. She must have been too heartbroken to say anything.

At this point, we all needed to rest, but it was dangerous for us to pitch our tent here. We needed somewhere safer. We didn't know what kinds of animals were lurking around in this thick forest. More so, we needed water to survive. So, we continued moving. Then, we started hearing the sound of water splashing from a distance. There must be a river up ahead; I could smell it. Our insides erupted with joy. I knew this because I saw it on everyone's face. We laughed and quickened our steps.

Fortunately, we saw the river ahead. Sister Elizabeth began Praise Worship. Shola shoved everyone in front of him aside and started running to the river. What was the dude's problem? There was enough for everyone to drink. I lowered Amitabh from my shoulders. The broad smile that appeared on his face gladdened my heart. He too began running towards the river.

As we neared the river, we heard a series of gunshots fired into the air behind us. We all scurried to the ground, shivering like we just came out of the freezer. The shootings didn't stop. We blocked our ears as the sound continued.

“Maggots!!!” we heard.

I almost fainted.


To be continued ... Watch Out for the Next Episode!

NB: The book is NOW AVAILABLE on online stores. For those who don't want to wait for each episode to be released, get the book here:


1. OKADABOOKS: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the_last_bus/33597

2. LITIRESO: https://litireso.com/library/B-530ykalgylh2

3. SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1024020

4. BAMBOOKS: Coming soon.



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...My Story, My World.


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