The bus rolled along its usual route when a dog appeared out of nowhere and began running alongside iteveryone was stunned when they learned the reason.
Every morning, it followed the same path. The red double-decker, Route 318. The driver, a steady man named Thomas Whitmore, always on time, always by the schedule. The road stretched through open countryside, straight and free of traffic. The passengers were nearly always the samesome commuting to work, others heading into town for errands, a few simply enjoying the ride and gazing out the windows.
Everything was ordinary. Thomas looked relaxed, the radio murmured softly from the speakers. The sun shone, the morning crisp. Passengers chatted idly, some dozed, others scrolled through their phones.
Thenout of nowherea dog dashed onto the road.
A golden retriever, large and shaggy, its coat gleaming, moving at incredible speed. It ran alongside the bus, first parallel, then weaving erratically, as if trying to signal something. Its ears flapped, tongue lolling.
The bus stirred to life. Someone stood. A young bloke by the window pulled out his phone to film. A woman in glasses laughed, “Look! That dogs racing us!”
“Probably lost its owner,” muttered an older gentleman.
But something wasnt right.
The dog suddenly surged ahead, streaking past the bus at an impossible pace. It planted itself squarely in the road, barking and snarling. Thomas had no choicehe slammed the brakes. Tyres screeched, the bus lurched to a halt.
“Whats happening?!”
“Whys it acting so strange?”
“It wont let us move!” someone exclaimed.
The doors hissed open. A few passengers stepped out, cautiously approaching the dog. It didnt retreat. It just stood there, watching them.
Thenthe unthinkable happened. And in an instant, they understood why the dog had behaved so oddly.
BOOM.
A deafening explosion. The bus was flung skyward, the ground shuddering beneath the blast. Flames erupted, windows shattered. Those whod stepped out survived. Shock. Screams. Someone dropped to their knees. Another clapped hands over their mouth.
Theyd been mere steps from death.
And the dog it didnt run. It stayed, as if it had known.
Thomas rose on shaky legs, fumbling for his phone, staring at the wreckage. His whisper was barely audible
“It saved us But from what? Who did this?”
Police launched an investigationto find the culprits, and to unravel how the dog could have known what was coming.
