"Well. This….yeah, I really wish I'd thought this part through." I stood with my back to the door, pounding on it. "RANDY! OPEN THE GODDAMNED DOOR!"

"Yeah. No. Try again when they're all missing heads, bud." While Randy was a jerk, he had a point. We had to at least try to kill these things. There were awesome weapons to be had.

"WHOOOOO, LEGAL MURDER!" Evan swung his crowbar high and slammed it back down into a skull, then turned into a whirling dervish of blood and psychosis while I ran interference for him on any that got through his horrifying spectacle of violence. Blood spurted everywhere, parts flew, and maniacal laughter ripped through the air.

"What….in the…..Holy shit." Randy opened the door again, eyes wide. "Jesus Christ man!" He looked at the bodies littering the pumping area, and Evan standing in the center, coated in blood and grinning.

"Can we do that again? " He had a smile from ear to ear, and I had never been more scared in my life.

"No….Never again. Let's go check the bus….My God, man…." I shook myself, and led everyone to the bus. "Billy, you go first."

"What? Why?"

"Because I said so."

"You suck." He grabbed the door and opened, and stepped inside. "It's like an NRA convention In here."

Evan quickly ran past Billy and looked around. "Where's the sniper rifle? Gimme gimme gimme….."

Randy spoke up. "Do we really wanna give the psycho the sniper rifle?"

"Do you want to give him a gun that shoots more than once?" Randy shook his head. "Then shut up." I rooted around for a while and tossed Billy an Uzi and Randy two pistols. Finding a shotgun for myself, I turned to Evan, who had somehow gotten disturbingly close to me without my noticing. I'd have to keep an eye on him. "Yes?"

"Has it occurred to any of you that we don't know how these work?!" He screamed the end, and punctuated it by shooting out the window. I began to rethink bringing him along.

"Do you have a solution Evan?" Billy inched away from the window Evan had exploded. Smart man.

"Yes. Target practice. Follow me." He jumped out of the back of the bus, and looked around. "See those?" A small group of zombies were about 50 feet away. "We have targets."

"Evan. I have a shotgun. Effective range extends to about you." I waved my pump action shotgun at him, and surprisingly, he didn't flinch. He did, however, smack it away and order to me never point it at him again.

"Yeah. You don't need practice. Just don't kill your shoulder. But for basic stuff, use a pistol." He tossed me a pistol and pointed. "Chop chop. We don't have all day."

Billy sighed, and raised his Uzi. "Well, at least we'll learn how it works." He braced himself and fired a burst toward the group, dropping two with dull thuds as the bullets hit their chests. The rest turned and began running. Evan, with surprising speed, fired multiple times, while Randy dropped a few more with well placed shots. I stood back and scrounged the bus for backpacks, ammunition, and anything we could use to keep going. Finding enough to keep us going to what I figured would be a bit longer than our next stop, I jumped out of the bus and heard Evan point out some zombies closer to us.

"Where are they, man? I wanna kill something." I called out, not wanting to miss anymore action.

"I got it, it's cool. They're next to the pumps." I saw him raise his rifle and realized what he was about to do.

"EVAN, NO!"

"FOR SCIENCE!" Evan screamed as he fired the hunting rifle at the gas pumps. I ran toward them, and Billy grabbed me and Randy and threw us behind the bus as Evan jumped after us. The blast rocked us, and we were blown over by the heat and shock waves. After it was all over, Billy got up and grabbed Evan.

"WHAT. THE. FUCK. EVAN. You could've killed us! What were you thinking?!" Billy was madder than I had ever seen him. Then again, the only reason Randy and I weren't screaming at him was because we were still on the ground.

"Go look at the wreckage. You'll see." Billy dropped Evan, picked up his gun, and motioned us to follow him to the remains of the station. We saw more body parts than we thought, and realized that there had been a Horde coming at us. We turned around and looked at him. He smiled. "I'm not crazy, you know."

Randy shook his head and went back in the bus. I followed him, wanting to make sure I hadn't missed any ammo or useful supplies. Randy approached the front of the bus, and began fiddling with the radio.

"Hey, I found something. It looks like there were some people down in Central Illinois these people were trying to meet up with. Something about Champaign. Evan! You know anything about this?" He called out across the bus. Evan poked his head in.

"Now I do. What's it say?" He plopped down next to a TV, and it jolted on.

"Oh God. They're everywhere. Please, send help…" A reporter sitting a hovering helicopter was begging these words out from the TV. "We're low on fuel, and can't land anywhere. These things are…evolving." As he looked out the window again, a long tongue flew out from a window and grabbed him. With an inhuman scream, he was torn from the helicopter and dropped to his death. The cameraman looked on, than quietly, "Holy shit….Uh…That was Mike Matherson….dying. This is Dante Graves….And I'm scared shitless. Send help. Please."

Evan laughed, and turned. "Did Gene Simmons become a zombie?" We chuckled at it, and returned to scavenging. At one point, Billy stiffened, saying he heard a noise, but Evan calmed him down. A bit later, Randy said the same thing, and this time, Evan said nothing. Then I too heard something creaking.

"Evan…Please tell me what you see outside the window." I stood slowly, praying the mass of shadows were due to the sun going down. I checked my watch. 2:30 PM. Not likely.

"Hey, novel idea! Let's run the hell away!" Randy grabbed his pistols, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and opened the emergency door in the back. "Holy shit! Where the hell did these things come from?!" He stumbled back into the bus, while multiple zombies tried to follow him in. I pumped my shotgun and forced them back, coating my aptly named Leonardo Reapers hockey jersey. Randy opened a window on the side and let loose with both pistols. Billy wrenched open the bus door, and quickly emptied the clip of his Uzi into the Horde at the door.

"Guys? We have a problem..," Billy slowly began creeping back, reloading again. "There's way too many." He was trying his best to keep his cool, which Randy had given up on long ago.

"Oh, really? I HADN'T NOTICED!" Randy was firing in all directions, frantically turning with a horrified look on his face. "Oh God, why did I agree to go to class today? I should've stayed home, I hate you all…" The Horde finally slowed and stopped, and he dropped to the floor. "Finally….Hey…Where's Evan?" We looked around. Our lovable psychopath was nowhere to be found.

"This is bad. And I hate to be the one to say this, but we have to keep going." I hefted my shotgun again, and looked around the bloodied bus. "He would have wanted a body count. Let's go."

We piled into a car, and after hotwiring it, we began driving. Billy was the first to speak.

"We should look for him. We need him."

"No. We need to keep going. And I'm driving, so that's what we're going to do." Finally, Randy spoke up.

"He's not dead. He probably just went to find some more stuff to kill, and is pissed that we left without him. He's fine." We were all silent for a few seconds, and realized he was probably right.

Billy began to speak again. "Do you think we should go back for him? I mean, we do nee-" BAM! SPLOOSH!

We nailed a massive , engorged Infected and slammed into a pole. As we sat there, dazed, Randy's deceptively calm voice floated up from the back seat."

"What….the FUCK….was that?"