This is the personal log of Corporal James Prior. I guess this mess started on the day I joined the British Army. I got the bus as normal to head to the base (for once it was on time – if only it had been late) and, as we passed the train station, I noticed a coach parked in the bus stop. Weird. There shouldn't have been any coaches at this time. Why was there a coach – The coach detonated.
Glass shrapnel tore most of the passengers to gory shreds. The pressure wave pulped most of the rest into so much expensive sausage meat. Of all the people on the bus, only a couple survived.
My phone had slid away from me in the explosion but the lacerations all over my body made it hard to move towards it. The 6" shard of steel in my chest made all the more difficult. I finally reached it and turned off MCR: Welcome to the Black Parade. Appropriate. I – just - managed to call home. I barely had time to say goodbye before darkness overwhelmed me.