A Bus Trip to the Front of the Precipice

Only one person managed to escape through an emergency exit and that person was me. The world was already turning upside down and he was only a blur. I felt myself falling. That sensation seemed to last many seconds although it couldn't have. I struck the pavement and rolled. A burst of pain went through my shoulder blade. There were more screams as the bus went over the precipice and down. Its back end, reaching a ghastly vertical angle, then tilting sharply to the left as it descended. Then it seemed to simply vanish,. no thrushing loudly through the unseen foliage, no snapping of trees. Just go.