Z starts a stampede

“Ohhhh my god! What the fuck,” Z shouted as the five of them were barely moving as they made their way to the exits.

Just like everyone else, the group was trying to get out of the area as quick as they could. But with that happening, they were **** to wait much longer, with plenty of people trying to push their way through, making things even slower.

“Fuck me cunt, this is a joke,” Macca said as they seemed to be at a complete halt. “What’s the fucking hold up!!”

People began to look back at them, Mark felt a little embarrassed to be with them, like as if they were his parents that were making a scene. A Mexican freshman in front of them even turned to say something, “You guys need to chill,” she said, glaring at them.

As she turned back around, Macca held the finger up to the back of her head.

As a few minutes passed and the five of them were still only moving forward very very slowly, Z had finally had enough of waiting.

“Watch this, I’ll get us all moving,” he whispered to Macca.

Mark had heard him whisper that, it worried him about what he was about to do. But before he could say or do anything, Z was now yelling out loud, “RUN!!!! THERE’S A FUCKING BOMB IN HERE!”

An echo of screams and squealing could be heard as the crowd suddenly turned into a stampede with all of the hysterical nonsense that was caused. He kept yelling out as the crowd finally began moving a little more, “BOMB! WE’VE GOT TO MOVE!”

Mark quickly began to lose everyone as people pushed and shoved their way through. Once outside of the exit, many people were sprinting away in all sorts of different directions. Knowing he wouldn’t see Daniel and Liv again tonight, he figured it was a good time to call Tiffany to see if he could jump on their bus.

He took his phone from his jeans pocket, straight away he noticed a couple of texts from Tiffany.

Tiffany: Have you got a lift home?

Tiffany: Since we lost so badly, they want to get out of here ASAP. Give me a call or meet me at the bus if you want to come back with me

Mark needed to be quick, he needed to get on that bus. However, before he could dial the number, he was hit from behind from some large South Miami student who was rushing out of the stadium because of Z’s yelling.

“Fuck!” he cried as he hit the ground. His phone had spilled out and laid there, not far in front of him. With people running all around him, it was chaos. Before he could pick up the phone, someone running past, stepped right on top of it, completely unaware it was there.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck!” Mark said, rushing to pick the phone us before anything else happened to it.

The results were poor, the phone looked to be completely ruined. The screen was cracked all the way through and it wasn’t responding any time he pressed the on or off button or anything on the Home Screen. “DAMN IT!” he yelled, hitting the concrete below him.

Not only could he not call Tiffany, he wouldn’t be able to call anyone to get a lift. The only chance now was to find that bus as soon as possible.

But where the hell even was it? And when would it leave?