A/N: After writing the first chapter, I realized it would be very difficult to have each person's point of view on the same thing/scene/whatever you want to call it, so I'm gonna have each person's point of view, but the story will continue on. I'm not gonna have Deb's point for one part, and then Hannah's point for that part, and the Jess's, and so on. It would take me a long time. And also I'm too lazy. Maybe I should just give everyone their own chapter. Yes. I shall do that.

Deborah

"Are we there yet?" I groaned.

Jessica looked up at my from her book. "Does it look like we're there? Do you see any rides?"

My head quickly spun towards the window. "It's too dark. I can't see. Why did we have to leave at the butt crack of dawn, again?"

"The park opens at 8, and if we get there early, we'll be the first ones to go on the new ride," she said before glancing back down to her book.

To pass the time, I decided to study the people around me. I always feel bad for people watching, but at this point, what else am I supposed to do?

Surprisingly, there wasn't very many people on the bus this early. At the very front, an old couple sat together, hand in hand. The man had a new brown jacket, black pants, and fancy dress shoes. A black hat covered the little hair he had on his head. His face looked very kind. The wrinkles around his eyes and mouth suggested he did a lot of smiling. His wife had a black, knee-length pea-coat, and a blue dress, with black shoes on. Her shoulder length hair was curled and pulled back out of her face.

For a few seconds, I wondered where these two were going all dressed up at so early in the morning, until two woman three seats directly in front of me caught my attention. One woman had long, bleach blond hair that was kept up into a neat pony-tail. Her grey jacket clung perfectly to her body. I then, focused on the woman beside her. Brown hair cascaded down her shoulders and on to the black leather jacket she was wearing. I could only see the back of her head, but I had a feeling she was pretty. Suddenly, she turned around and caught me staring. Crap.

Embarrassed, I adverted my gaze to my phone that was still in my lap. I could feel the blood rush to my face and knew my cheeks were probably red.

"Is she still looking at me?" I whispered to Jessica while pretending to use my phone.

"Is who still looking at you?"

"The brunette girl at 12 o'clock."

Jessica gasped. "Oh my gosh. She's coming over here."

"What?" My head shot up, the phone dropping from my lap.

She chuckled and then went to pick my phone up off the ground. Brunette girl hadn't moved. I looked down at Jessica and lightly smacked her in the head.

"Rude," I growled.

Becca

The bus had come to another stop and 3 people got off. A flustered man in his mid-forties, wearing a big red coat, a black ski mask, and carrying an AK 47 mounted the steps of the bus. He ordered the bus driver to get up and move to the back.

If people were in a distant place before, they certainly weren't now. Hannah tensed up beside me. Jessica and Deborah exchanged worried glances. I could tell what everyone was thinking. Is this really happening?

Before I could react further, the man moved down the aisle towards us and two more men wearing ski masks hopped on the bus, guns in each of their hands. The bus driver, shocked, tried to reason with them. "Come on guys. I don't want any trouble. Let's just-" Bang. A single gunshot was all it took for me to hit the floor.

I heard a couple of people scream, but I didn't have the courage to look up and see who it was.

Hannah, who was sitting on the floor with me, appeared to be in shock. Finally, she managed to get out a sentence."Becca? What's going on?"

The man in the red coat walked past us to the very back of the bus and waited there. I tried to look over at Deborah and Jessica, but feared that if I made any sudden movements, he would notice me. I definitely didn't want him to notice me.

I could hear one of the men yell at the other. "Take the wheel!" he shouted. The bus started up again and after a few minutes, we pulled into a dark alley of some kind.

"Everyone stand up," the man behind us ordered. A white van backed up to the front door as soon as it opened.

I saw Deborah try to hide her phone as she stood up. Sadly, so did the man in the red coat. "Hey! You! Give me that." He ripped the phone from her trembling hands and threw it out of her open window. "All of you toss your phones out the window. And then move towards the door."

I tried to capture any details of the men, the vans, the location — anything to keep some thread of sanity or illusion of control.

The man who had driven the bus got up and pushed the old couple that had sat at the front through the front door. The woman cried out as he picked the bus driver's body up and threw him outside. "Get into the van," he commanded. The couple obliged, and stepped inside. Next, was the two women that sat near the front, then a man who looked to be in his 20's, and finally, the four of us.