MIGUEL: Death passes by a few meters away.



Was on the bus heading home. Somebody stands up from a few rows in front. He pulls out a butterfly knife and slashes the old man who was sitting at the eisle near the bus' door. He then makes a run for the door. The man who was slashed looks down to see blood soaking on his shirt. He reaches to his neck and finds a wound there. It's pretty long but shallow. He's lucky.