C129 Carry me home

I looked at the old woman's walking stick. While I was still in a daze, the bus stopped and arrived at a stop. There were a few people getting out of the cars, and a few people getting in as well. They stepped on the blood of the old woman on the ground. The blood adhered to the soles of their shoes, causing the ground to be almost clean. I don't need to wipe any more toilet paper.

I'm sorry