It was dangerous to take a bus, but he had no choice; he was too poor to travel any other way.
He squeezed into the only space he could find. He could taste the body odour hovering around his face. A few people muttered prayers. He messaged Francis, but immediately his phone warned him it was blocked.
Was he now one of those chosen at random, chosen to be transported off the island to reduce the overcrowding?
The bus departed from its scheduled route and the passengers nearest the doors kicked the glass, desperate to resist their fate.