He launched the game. The splash screen for Fernbus Simulator appeared, but it looked... different. The colors were slightly desaturated, and the ambient engine noise in the menu sounded more like a low, rhythmic growl than a MAN Lion’s Coach. Marek selected a night route:
The diner’s power surged and died. When the lights flickered back on a second later, the booth was empty. Marek’s laptop sat open on the table, the screen cracked and black. The only sound left in the diner was the faint, distant hiss of air brakes, echoing from nowhere. Fernbus Simulator ke staЕѕenГ zdarma v1.14.12800
Marek chuckled, thinking it was a joke from the modders. "Nice touch," he muttered. He pushed the throttle harder, hitting 110 km/h. He launched the game
Suddenly, his rearview mirror caught something. A black bus—identical to his own—was tailing him. It had no headlights, just two dim white glows where the destination sign should be. Every time Marek sped up, the phantom bus stayed exactly ten meters behind. The colors were slightly desaturated, and the ambient
The neon sign of the "Autohof" diner flickered, casting a blue glow over Marek’s laptop screen. He was deep in the corners of a simulation forum, his eyes locked on a thread titled:
He tried to hit the brakes, but the pedal went soft under his foot. The speedometer climbed: 120... 140... 160. The bus began to rattle. The passengers behind him stood up in unison, their faces still blank, their eyes fixed on the back of his head.