Another shitty workweek, another trip to the grocery store, same old routine. Monroe, Louisiana, continues to be a pretty egregiously terrible place to be plural and trans.

Getting elbowed into the path of a speeding bus isn't the usual risk they expect to face, though.

Their last sight is the guy who bumped into them — one of those unreasonably handsome types with the chiseled jaw and a smug look on his face — getting a notification on his phone and tapping it with a smile.

He doesn't even care, does he?

Then brief but intense pain, and everything goes black.