The new sickos advanced slowly towards them, almost as if they knew that the kids in front of then couldn't escape. They didn't know that though, or maybe they did. Maybe he should ask them? Oh yeah. They can't speak. Slim pulled back in till he was with the others. Was he about to die? He didn't feel bad, just felt like laughing. He'd always been like this. Nothing could bother him; he liked laughing and messing about. It was just who he was. The boys backed in till they reached a car at the edge of the pileup, they climbed on to it. It might give them an advantage. Or they might have their legs pulled out from beneath them. Slim glanced behind them. He saw the end of the bus, a coach to be specific. He saw the words "In case of emergency break glass" written backward on the back window of the bus. He'd always wanted to do that. It would have been fun. He frowned, something wasn't right. He could see all the way down the bus and light at the end of it. Maybe it was a way through?
"Caesar!" he whispered urgently, tapping on his shoulder.
"Not now Slim!" he whispered back
"Listen to me, you prawn! I found a wormhole through the wreckage!" this got Caesars attention and he turned round, his eyes scanning the pileup urgently.
"Through the bus!" slim whispered excitedly, the sickos were still advancing, still in slow motion.
Caesar looked at the bus frowned and then nodded, a smile forming on his lips.
"Sledge! Specks! Follow me!" he jumped off the car still facing the sickos. Slim did as well although he turned his back the sickos and walked to the bus. The window was quite high up, but sledge should be able to reach up and smash it. The others slowly followed Caesar, also still watching the sickos. Slim tapped his foot in patiently the sheathed his machete. Finally they reached him. The sickos followed still about eleven meters away. Caesar looked at the window and nodded at Sledge, on the way here he had quickly explained the plan. Caesar put his bat in its tube and knelt down, ready to boost up the others. Sledge reached up with his hammer, holding it high above his head, he quickly glanced at the sickos and then swung it. The glass spider webbed as it cracked, and on the second swing it shattered. Specks didn't wait and as soon as the glass shattered and fell he ran at Caesar and used his hands that were folded on his knee to boost himself up. He gripped the edge of the window ignoring the little glass that dug into his hands and pulled him up. Fortunately the glass was safety glass and most of it had fallen out of onto the road but a few bits cut his hand. He rolled free as soon as he was in the coach and grabbed the next pair of hands that grabbed the window edge. Judging by the size and paleness of it he guessed it was Slim. He soon found out he was right when Slim tumbled in. Together they both reached over and grabbed hold of Sledges hand and heaved with all their strength.
Specks and Slim were both pulling Sledge up and Caesar strained as he pushed him by the legs then passed up his hammer. The smashing of the glass had made the sickos flinch, unsure of the loud noise. But now they rushed towards him. He backed into the bus his hands held over his head waiting for the other to pull him up. What was taking them so long? The sickos were nearly upon him! Just then he felt hands grasp his and heave him up. He wasn't out of danger yet though as an enraged Father, furious at the fought of the fresh juicy kid getting away jumped at him. Caesar pulled back both his legs and sent out a powerful two footed kick into the fathers face, his head snapped back and he fell backwards into the rushing sickos, tripping the up. One managed to get passed the father and made a grab at his foot. The mother's sore covered hands scrabbled at his foot but it was too late, and Caesar fell back into the bus. He lay there panting and grateful to be alive. Specks went over two the window and looked out. A few sickos were trying to reach the window but they were two short. They soon gave up and went and barged their way into the crowd around the dead Father Caesar had kicked and started to eat it. Specks shudder. That was disgusting.
"Well that was bloody close!" Caesar said sitting up. Everybody laughed.
"Everyone ok?" he asked looking around. Slim and Sledge were unhurt and Specks had a few shallow cuts on his hand. Caesar had a small cut on his neck where the glass had shattered and fell on him but apart for that the group were ok.
He stood up and looked down the interior of the bus, dirty and dusty. He led the group to the front to the bus, and to his surprise and pleasure saw that it lead all they way through the pile up. They prised open the bus doors and they spilled into the other side of the pileup. This side of the motorway was largely clear unlike the other side. A few cars dotted around. He spotted one, an old beaten land rover. He looked into and saw the keys were still in the ignition, he opened the door and gave them a twist expecting the car to do nothing but instead there was a splutter and bang and thick black smoke poured out of the exhaust. He jumped back in surprise and the others came rushing over.
"Whoa, do ya reckon we can use it" asked sledge. The land rover had now spluttered out of life again. Specks went to the driver side and gave the keys another twist, this time the engine came roaring into life. He looked at the fuel meter and it was half empty.
"Looks like were gonna be cruising along now boys!" he said with a smile. He hoped into the car and sat down. Just as Caesar was about to get in to the passenger side, Slim suddenly pushed him aside.
"Shotgun!" he shouted, Scrambling into the car. Caesar shook his head laughing and hoped into the back with Sledge,
"Take us away then, Specks" he said, sitting down into his seat.
Specks made sure the car wasn't in gear, put his foot on the clutch and put the car in gear the stepped on the accelerator. The car lurched forward then the engine cut out. He stalled it.
"Nice one" muttered Sledge rubbing his head. Specks told him to shut up. He wasn't used to driving big four wheel cars like these. Specks had learnt to drive from his brother, Aidan. Aidan had been a good driver but he'd had a knack for street racing and had been arrested for drunk driving. He had taught Specks to drive and hotwire a car. He would let Specks drive around in an abandoned car park. Specks tried the car again and stalled it. After a few more false tries he got the hang of it and they started to drive down the motorway. The road here was pretty clear and they picked up a good fast speed. o hese sickos were quite badly diseased and already a few of them were down and not moving. Caesar didn't have time to think and watch anymore as four sickos advanced at him. He reached over and pulled out his bat. The lead mother went down had as a low sweep snapped her frail leg and she fell, a huge over hand blow to her neck stilled her. The second and third sicko attacked him together; one was a boil ridden father with glasses that were stuck on his face and the other a rather ordinary looking teenage girl. The teenage girl made a grab for him and managed to get hold of his bat, the barbed wire wrapped around it dug into her hands tearing to shreds. She screeched at he pulled it back, cutting her hands even more. The boil faced father now attacked but Caesar was ready for him. He poked the bat into the fathers face and the lenses in his glasses smashed cutting his eyes and bursting boils. The father thrashed around blind and clubbed the diseases teenage girl on the head with his hand. She hissed and stumbled to the side to dodge the flailing hands and right into the path of Caesars bat. The blow took her in the temple and she fell forward with a thump. Another blow to the blind sickos head stopped him from failing anymore and spreading his grey coloured brains and blood all over Caesar. He quickly glanced at how the others were doing and saw that they were fine, Slim was stabbing and slicing wildly but accurately, a grin on his face and his bright blue eyes flashing. Specks was coldly and precisely dealing with a sicko, gutting it and finishing it with a downwards chop to the neck. Sledge's hammer was drenched in blood and bits of broken bones littered the floor. He picked up the last remaining sicko, an elderly old father and threw it far right into the pack of sickos that had been following them. These fit and fresh sickos savagely tore at the elderly father, some kneeling down and feasting on its still struggling body. They made short work of it before looking up at them.