Intuition(1)
After a long walk from where he was detained, Yang Lin could finally get to where a public transportation could be taken. Aching all over from the beatings he had received as well as the journey he had to undertake which took over an hour on foot, only on few occassions was he able to see a bus or two pass by, for the most part there was barely any trace of human habitation, none passed by him as he walked the lonely road. The deserted road, echoed the footsteps of the worn out man, as each step felt as though it was never going to end.
When he finally saw the bus stand with the blue imprint on, Yang Lin almost passed out from joy, as sweat drop dripped from his brows with his coat heavily weighing down on him from the sweat that had gathered underneath it.