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proceeded with the evacuation.
Out in the ambulance bay, a procession of vehicles was picking up a line of people. A well-equipped soldier guarded the ambulance that was up against the waiting room doors, and two police officers organized the line.
“What about my motorbike?” Jon asked Lauren.
“What about it?”
“It’s parked right over there.” Jon pointed out a small dirt bike that was leaning against a massive tree. The tree was right in the middle of the ambulance bay, with the line of vehicles circling around it.
“I want you to stay with me, okay?” Lauren hadn’t decided to take care of these kids just to have one drive off on his own.
“I know,” Jon agreed. “I don’t want to ride it. It was scary enough the first time. I was just wondering if I should give the keys to someone. Maybe they could use it.”
“That’s good thinking.” Lauren wished she had thought of it herself. “All right, go give the keys to someone, then hurry back. We’re getting close to the front of the line.”
Jon didn’t go far; he just ran up to the man guarding the ambulance. Lauren nearly panicked when she saw the soldier stiffen at Jon’s approach. As Jon began speaking and holding out his key, the soldier relaxed. He took the key and sent Jon back to the line. Lauren sighed with relief when he was back at her side, then shifted Claire in her arms again. The girl was getting heavy, but she wasn’t going to put her down until they were safely inside a vehicle.
The line shuffled forward as eight people managed to cram themselves into the front and back seats of a police cruiser. Lauren, Claire, and Jon, were now the second group in line, with just an elderly couple clinging together ahead of them. A big yellow school bus drove around the tree and stopped in front of the elderly couple. As soon as the doors opened, a policeman ushered them on board.
As Lauren got in, she noticed the bus was being driven by another soldier in dress uniform. She wondered if some sort of ceremony had been taking place when the attacks began. The elderly couple took the first seats they came to, while Lauren headed for the back. Wanting to be near the emergency exit, she sat on the last bench on the right and scooted over to the window. Claire slid off her lap and bunched up against Lauren’s side. Claire had left enough room for Jon to squeeze in next to her. More and more people got on the bus and filled up the rest of the bench seats in front of them. Those who came on in groups , tried to stick together, while those alone looked around awkwardly for a seat to share. Lauren put her arm around Claire’s shoulders and placed her hand on Jon’s. No one was going to root them up from their seats.
Two boys in University of Leighton sweatshirts filled the bench in front of them. One of them wore a cast on his arm.
“This is totally fucked up,” the one with the cast said to his buddy.
“I know, man,” the other replied, nervously looking out the window beside his friend.
“Like…shit. I mean…shit.”
“Yeah, so fucked.” The one without a cast then leaned into the aisle and looked up toward the front of the bus.
“Excuse me,” Lauren tapped the boy with the broken arm on the shoulder.
He jumped and whirled around as if she had touched him with a cattle prod.
“I have a small girl here with me. Would you mind keeping the swearing to a minimum?” Lauren didn’t like people who cursed, especially those who cursed in excess and around children.
“Sorry ma’am, but… Fuck- Sorry. It’s just that there are goddamn zombies out there,” he gestured out the window. “Zombies!”
“Zombies?” It took Lauren a moment to comprehend that he was talking about walking undead. She figured the boy must have been given some strong pain medication.
“Holy crrrrrrow…” Jon almost said crap, but caught himself, glancing sideways at
Out in the ambulance bay, a procession of vehicles was picking up a line of people. A well-equipped soldier guarded the ambulance that was up against the waiting room doors, and two police officers organized the line.
“What about my motorbike?” Jon asked Lauren.
“What about it?”
“It’s parked right over there.” Jon pointed out a small dirt bike that was leaning against a massive tree. The tree was right in the middle of the ambulance bay, with the line of vehicles circling around it.
“I want you to stay with me, okay?” Lauren hadn’t decided to take care of these kids just to have one drive off on his own.
“I know,” Jon agreed. “I don’t want to ride it. It was scary enough the first time. I was just wondering if I should give the keys to someone. Maybe they could use it.”
“That’s good thinking.” Lauren wished she had thought of it herself. “All right, go give the keys to someone, then hurry back. We’re getting close to the front of the line.”
Jon didn’t go far; he just ran up to the man guarding the ambulance. Lauren nearly panicked when she saw the soldier stiffen at Jon’s approach. As Jon began speaking and holding out his key, the soldier relaxed. He took the key and sent Jon back to the line. Lauren sighed with relief when he was back at her side, then shifted Claire in her arms again. The girl was getting heavy, but she wasn’t going to put her down until they were safely inside a vehicle.
The line shuffled forward as eight people managed to cram themselves into the front and back seats of a police cruiser. Lauren, Claire, and Jon, were now the second group in line, with just an elderly couple clinging together ahead of them. A big yellow school bus drove around the tree and stopped in front of the elderly couple. As soon as the doors opened, a policeman ushered them on board.
As Lauren got in, she noticed the bus was being driven by another soldier in dress uniform. She wondered if some sort of ceremony had been taking place when the attacks began. The elderly couple took the first seats they came to, while Lauren headed for the back. Wanting to be near the emergency exit, she sat on the last bench on the right and scooted over to the window. Claire slid off her lap and bunched up against Lauren’s side. Claire had left enough room for Jon to squeeze in next to her. More and more people got on the bus and filled up the rest of the bench seats in front of them. Those who came on in groups , tried to stick together, while those alone looked around awkwardly for a seat to share. Lauren put her arm around Claire’s shoulders and placed her hand on Jon’s. No one was going to root them up from their seats.
Two boys in University of Leighton sweatshirts filled the bench in front of them. One of them wore a cast on his arm.
“This is totally fucked up,” the one with the cast said to his buddy.
“I know, man,” the other replied, nervously looking out the window beside his friend.
“Like…shit. I mean…shit.”
“Yeah, so fucked.” The one without a cast then leaned into the aisle and looked up toward the front of the bus.
“Excuse me,” Lauren tapped the boy with the broken arm on the shoulder.
He jumped and whirled around as if she had touched him with a cattle prod.
“I have a small girl here with me. Would you mind keeping the swearing to a minimum?” Lauren didn’t like people who cursed, especially those who cursed in excess and around children.
“Sorry ma’am, but… Fuck- Sorry. It’s just that there are goddamn zombies out there,” he gestured out the window. “Zombies!”
“Zombies?” It took Lauren a moment to comprehend that he was talking about walking undead. She figured the boy must have been given some strong pain medication.
“Holy crrrrrrow…” Jon almost said crap, but caught himself, glancing sideways at
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