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of the other people inside the bus start screaming too, and rushing away towards the front. And then we’re moving, slowly at first but quickly accelerating.A few electric shots bounce off the side of the bus, but we get away.
    â€œThey’ve got ships!” I shout as I try to get to my feet. “We gotta get off Broadway.”
    â€œI’m working on it,” the man behind the wheel shouts back at me.
    Right on cue we take a sharp turn. It feels like the bus is going to tip over for a few terrifying seconds. I slide across the floor, knocking my head against one of the handrails. I’m pretty sure the wheels on the left side actually come off the ground, but we level out, taking half a dozen side mirrors off cars parked on the street as we race by. I grip onto one of the poles, trying to pull myself upright.
    â€œWhere are we going?” someone asks.
    â€œRiverside to Hudson,” the driver yells. “It’s the fastest way down.”
    Down. It’s the only word I need to hear.
    Air rushes by the hole where the doors used to be, filling the bus with a low roar. When we get to the road that runs along the Hudson River, there are burning cars all along the sides of the park. It looks as though something blew them up. I wonder if the aliens took one of their spaceships and just flew down the highway, blasting everyone who tried to escape when they first appeared. For a moment I’m thankful for whatever cleared the road for us, and then I shudder at the thought.
    Taking prisoners. Destroying buildings and cars. Killing who knows how many people. What the hell do these douche bags want?
    My body is sore all over, and I let myself sink into one of the seats lining the side of the bus to catch my breath. A few of the other passengers are staring at me. Maybe they’re wondering if I was the reason the doors flew off. The last thing I want to do is try to explain what’s going on with me, since I have no damn clue myself. And I definitely don’t need another group wanting me to keep them safe. So I pull out my phone and try to ignore them.
    Still no signal. Still no messages.
    And my battery’s starting to get low.
    There’s a pulsing pain in my head, and I rub my temples to try to make it stop. If anything, I think I actually make it worse, so instead I lean my head back against the window and try to take a few deep breaths and figure out what the hell is going on.
    That’s when I see it for the first time with my own eyes. The giant spaceship that’s hovering over the middle of Manhattan, the one that was all over the news. I knew it was big, but seeing it in person is totally different from watching it on our crappy TV. It blots out part of the sky. It’s hard to even imagine how something that size was built. I can make out things that look like weapons sticking out from its hull.
    â€œHoly shit,” I murmur, and there’s such a sinking feeling in my stomach that I have to clamp a hand over my mouth, scared that I’m going to hurl.
    Mom. She’s so small compared to that thing. We all are. What if . . .
    But I don’t have much time to worry about what kind of damage the ship has already done to the city: our driver starts yelling.
    â€œShit! It looks like something went down at the Lincoln Tunnel. Oh Jesus, it looks like it got blown up! We’ll have to try the Holland.”
    The driver keeps cursing, and people start to shake their heads and mutter about how we’re all going to die. It takes me a little while to realize what this means. The Lincoln Tunnel—they’re headed down but not downtown , just to a way off the island.
    I get to my feet and walk to the front of the bus so I can try to talk them into going towards the Financial District, or at least letting me off before I end up stranded in Jersey. Through the front windshield I can see a pileup of cars all sprawled out in front of the Lincoln Tunnel ahead of us.