all you could smell was gasoline, manic laughter and screaming echoing in the now wet school bus.

jerome and the rest of the maniax who had recently escaped from arkham, had stolen a firetruck and filled it with gasoline. they had decided to select your school bus as their next victim.

you were handcuffed to a chair, many other pupils in the same position as you. jerome approaches your seat, spraying gasoline onto you, laughing like the lunatic he is.

"scared?" he taunts you.