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Lauren as he did so. “That makes total sense!”
“Zombies make total sense?” Lauren turned from the teenager to Jon with an eyebrow raised. The bus finally started moving with a rumble and jolt.
“You didn’t see the guys I saw walking around.” The colour in Jon’s face left. He looked at Claire, making sure she wasn’t looking at him, then made a gesture that suggested a man’s throat was torn out. He then made another gesture that suggested he was also gutted.
Lauren shook her head and turned away. Zombies, how silly was that? Little did she know at the time, that the university boys were correct.
***
The back of the bus turned out not to be the best place to sit. It was extremely bumpy back there and the driver wasn’t taking it slowly or cautiously. They were whipped around corners and bounced up on curbs. Jon held tightly onto Claire, and Lauren held tightly onto both of them. This didn’t stop her from looking out the window occasionally. She knew the reason their bus swerved so often , was because of all the traffic jams; cars were piled up all over the roadways. She managed to get a brief glimpse ahead during one turn and saw the police car, full of people, roaring ahead with its lights on. No sirens though, which was strange. Lauren thought that all the emergency vehicles would have their sirens going.
They flew around a particularly nasty turn and several people, Jon included, were thrown from their seats. A few of them screamed, but most of them, again Jon included, just hurried back up.
“Sorry about that, folks.” The military driver spoke over the internal speakers. “I’ll try to warn you if another turn like that comes up again.”
Lauren prayed to God that one wouldn’t. She wasn’t normally the praying type; she was one of those people who didn’t know if she believed in God or not. Abby believed most of the time and Lauren had learned quite a bit about the Christian religion from her. She picked the Christian God to pray to now. She prayed for her safety and for the safety of Claire, Jon, and everybody else on the bus. There wasn’t much else she could do.
It was maybe ten minutes later when their driver spoke again.
“Umm, there’s something I don’t recommend seeing coming up. I suggest the sensitive avert your eyes and cover the eyes of any children on the bus.” More people took the military man’s advice than Lauren expected. It wasn’t so much what he said that got them to look away, but the way in which he said it. He sounded like he didn’t want to see what was coming.
Lauren couldn’t bring herself to look away.
For the first time since the bus started moving, it slowed. Lauren watched as they passed by a large building with flames shooting up and out of the windows. Several people milled about in front of it, on fire. They didn’t even seem to notice the flames consuming them. This was naturally, what Lauren assumed the driver was talking about. It wasn’t.
Out of nowhere, a swarm of people appeared and surrounded their bus, all of them in horrendous condition, broken, torn, and bleeding. They made all kinds of noises: shrieks, howls, moans, and groans. As soon as the bus was within reach, they started hammering on the sides, and clawing up at the windows. People in the bus shied away from them, even getting up and standing in the aisle. Claire had clamped her hands over her ears, and Jon placed his hands over hers. She started singing to herself, Open Ground by Gathers Moss. Jon joined in on the lyrics he knew.
The bus rumbled as though it was driving over a bunch of speed bumps close together. Lauren couldn’t figure out why, but then it dawned on her that they were running over people. The people swarming the sides of the bus were also swarming around the front, but the bus didn’t stop moving. When Lauren spotted a small child in the crowd, she finally turned her
“Zombies make total sense?” Lauren turned from the teenager to Jon with an eyebrow raised. The bus finally started moving with a rumble and jolt.
“You didn’t see the guys I saw walking around.” The colour in Jon’s face left. He looked at Claire, making sure she wasn’t looking at him, then made a gesture that suggested a man’s throat was torn out. He then made another gesture that suggested he was also gutted.
Lauren shook her head and turned away. Zombies, how silly was that? Little did she know at the time, that the university boys were correct.
***
The back of the bus turned out not to be the best place to sit. It was extremely bumpy back there and the driver wasn’t taking it slowly or cautiously. They were whipped around corners and bounced up on curbs. Jon held tightly onto Claire, and Lauren held tightly onto both of them. This didn’t stop her from looking out the window occasionally. She knew the reason their bus swerved so often , was because of all the traffic jams; cars were piled up all over the roadways. She managed to get a brief glimpse ahead during one turn and saw the police car, full of people, roaring ahead with its lights on. No sirens though, which was strange. Lauren thought that all the emergency vehicles would have their sirens going.
They flew around a particularly nasty turn and several people, Jon included, were thrown from their seats. A few of them screamed, but most of them, again Jon included, just hurried back up.
“Sorry about that, folks.” The military driver spoke over the internal speakers. “I’ll try to warn you if another turn like that comes up again.”
Lauren prayed to God that one wouldn’t. She wasn’t normally the praying type; she was one of those people who didn’t know if she believed in God or not. Abby believed most of the time and Lauren had learned quite a bit about the Christian religion from her. She picked the Christian God to pray to now. She prayed for her safety and for the safety of Claire, Jon, and everybody else on the bus. There wasn’t much else she could do.
It was maybe ten minutes later when their driver spoke again.
“Umm, there’s something I don’t recommend seeing coming up. I suggest the sensitive avert your eyes and cover the eyes of any children on the bus.” More people took the military man’s advice than Lauren expected. It wasn’t so much what he said that got them to look away, but the way in which he said it. He sounded like he didn’t want to see what was coming.
Lauren couldn’t bring herself to look away.
For the first time since the bus started moving, it slowed. Lauren watched as they passed by a large building with flames shooting up and out of the windows. Several people milled about in front of it, on fire. They didn’t even seem to notice the flames consuming them. This was naturally, what Lauren assumed the driver was talking about. It wasn’t.
Out of nowhere, a swarm of people appeared and surrounded their bus, all of them in horrendous condition, broken, torn, and bleeding. They made all kinds of noises: shrieks, howls, moans, and groans. As soon as the bus was within reach, they started hammering on the sides, and clawing up at the windows. People in the bus shied away from them, even getting up and standing in the aisle. Claire had clamped her hands over her ears, and Jon placed his hands over hers. She started singing to herself, Open Ground by Gathers Moss. Jon joined in on the lyrics he knew.
The bus rumbled as though it was driving over a bunch of speed bumps close together. Lauren couldn’t figure out why, but then it dawned on her that they were running over people. The people swarming the sides of the bus were also swarming around the front, but the bus didn’t stop moving. When Lauren spotted a small child in the crowd, she finally turned her
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