(I'll just continue where you left off. Also, I'm sorry for the change in tone. Hopefully, you'll like it.)
When I got off the plane in Clacutta, there was an odd smell in the air. Something... just wasn't right. The airport people were going about in a busy way, the little cars drove around, the stewardesses smiled. But, it just didn't feel like it was supposed to. I probably sound like a lunatic to you, but I wasn't the only one who noticed. The girl, Sasha, that sat next to me on the plane, was looking around suspiciously.
"You feel it too, don't you?" I asked her.
"Yes. What's going on?" she replied, with her eyes on the people around her. "It's like they're..."
Her pause made me anxious, because I could already tell she knew more than I did. And she was right. It was the people. They were "...inhuman." I finished her sentence and she nodded.
We kept close to each other on our way through the airport, wishing we took a train instead of a plane, so that we could get the hell out of here. The others in our group started getting nervous, too, although most of them seemed preocupied with their baggage and didn't seem to notice. That included our guide, a tall younge blonde with glasses and a clumsy walk. We took our bags and she led us to the bus, dropping her papers (a notebook and some maps) twice before she got on.
Me and Sasha took neighbouring seats and kept looking out the window. We hoped that the odd feeling would disappear when we left the airport, but it only got worse. The pedestrians walked like robots, emotionless and determined. They ignored us for the most part, but every once in a while one of them would look our way and stop. And it would just stare at us without moving, its face without any expression. It sent a chill down my spine.
We weren't halfway to the hotel when Sasha closed the curtains saying "I can't look at them anymore. They give me the creeps!" I agreed and we sat in silence while the bus drove on. I wanted to talk about it and I assume so did she, but neither of us said a word. We were afraid that mentioning it might bring their attention to us. And then the bus stopped.
Half relieved, half afraid, I stood up to get my bag when I noticed we were still on the road. I looked to the front to see why we stopped and heard the door open with a hiss. My body sat itself down while my mind raced through all the possible scenarios. A man's head appeared behind the front seats as he climbed the stairs. He had long black hair that hadn't been combed in days and a moustache that, for some reason, made him look like a Mexican. As the rest of him came up the stairs, I saw that he was dressed in full black, a long leather coat half open to reveal leather pants and a dark shirt. He looked like someone from a Hollywood movie, rather than a man from India, even a tourist. What was he doing here?
His eyes scanned each and every face as he moved towards us down the aisle. I couldn't understand why the driver was just sitting there and the others were paying him no mind. And then he raised his hand. His finger extended towards me felt like a barrel of a gun as he pointed it at me and said "You."
I screamed.
Sasha kept pushing me and I couldn't understand why. Maybe she wanted to run and I was in her way. But she wasn't the one who needed to run.
"Mindy," she kept repeating, poking at me and shaking my arm "Mindy, wake up!" Wait, what? I opened my eyes and the bright lights blinded me. Blinking, I managed to see the contours of a grinning face surrounded by two brown braids. Sasha.
"Where is he?" I asked as I tried to get my bearings. This was too bright to be the bus and everyone was up and getting their things.
"Where is who?" she replied "Come on, we've landed. You were asleep."
It was a dream. I couldn't tell you how relieved I was. I took my things and got ready for the adventure of a lifetime.