You are so scared about crossing that fucking evil bridge. But you dream about touring coffee houses all over America with a mutant folk legend. To make a living travaling and playing music even if a poor living is still a dream for you. So when Task keeps insisting on a tour you finally relent and the two of you get on a bus for the mainland. Its a windy day and everyone on the bus has handkerchiefs around they're faces to filter the biter acrid air. The bridge is swaying too and fro. Then you hear a loud snap and the whole bridge tilts to a 30 degree angle. The bus screeches sideways and then flips and rolls off the bridge. Everyone screaming as the long ride slams into the white hot puke and burns and melts. All aboard are dead now.
The End