Shinigami-cat: Hey everyone! I've realized that there hasn't been enough combat in here. Well that's what I think anyway, so it's bloodier in the one. Here's the next chapter… I OWN NOTHING!

Runaway Bus

Matthew and Gilbert quickly decided to head along the road and try to find the bus that Steve and driven off in. How hard could it be to find the school bus? "This place seems a little run down, don't you think?" Asked Gilbert.

"I guess…" Muttered Matthew. "Just keep an eye out for zombies okay?"

"You mean like the three zombies running towards us with farming equipment?" Asked Gilbert nervously.

Matthew quickly spun around and kicked a zombie farmer in the jaw. "I see you're getting the hang of this now Gil." A few swift kicks, a couple of well-placed swings with the chainsaw and a well-placed punch the zombies were out for the count.

"Glad I could be of some help…" Muttered Gilbert.

They continued down the road, occasionally cutting down any zombies that they saw when eventually they came to a hill. What they saw made them gulp.

From where they were standing they could see Steve driving the bus around and around in circles again… But this time there were zombies hanging off the sides and the roof. "SHIT! I CAN'T GET IT TO STOP!" Screamed Steve. "I LOVE IT! HA! HA! HAAAA! FUCKING ZOMBIES!"

"They are attacking Steve's bus!" Cried Matthew in shock. He quickly started to shoot them off. In a matter of seconds the zombies were off and smashed into the ground when Steve drove over them.

"At least he's safe." Said Matthew as he quickly ran down to the bus, hopefully he could shoot out the tires or something.

Suddenly the bus swerved and crashed through a gate. "SHIT NO!" Screamed Steve. "THIS IS SO FUCKING SCARY, BUT FUN! I LOVE IT!" A few moments later the bus crashed into a tree.

Matthew face palmed. "He should not be allowed to drive…" He started to jog over to the bus.

Gilbert groaned slightly. "Hey Birdie? I've always appreciated your rock hard ass, but it's kind of hurting the back of my skull…"

"Deal with it." Growled Matthew.

"I hope your cousin isn't dead." Muttered Gilbert.

"Me too." Muttered Matthew. Eventually they made it to Steve's bus. He was still ramming it into a tree, trying to shake off the four zombies that had attached themselves to it.

"This is fucking fantastic." Muttered Gilbert sarcastically. Matthew growled and quickly ran forwards, decapitating the undead bastards. Suddenly the sound of groaning made Matthew and Gilbert look up. "Fantastic." Said Gilbert. "I was just thinking that we needed some flying zombies."

"Why the hell would you think that?" Asked Matthew as he started to shoot them down. Suddenly the bus swerved and knocked down the tree and crashed back onto the road and drove off. "… WHAT THE FUCK STEVE?" Yelled Matthew. "GET YOU ASS BACK HERE NOW! YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!"

"Damn you're mad!" Cried Gilbert.

"Damn straight I am!" Snapped Matthew. He quickly ran after the bus. It eventually came to a stop. Matthew climbed onto the roof and growled. "Steve! Get out of that bus right now! Don't make me tell dad or papa about this!"

Suddenly the bus started up and quickly sped away, making Matthew fall off. "What the hell is wrong with your cousin?" Asked Gilbert.

"Probably his fucked up sense of humour." Muttered Matthew as he started to run after the bus again. Suddenly the whispering sounds of singing filled his ears and made Matthew stop in his tracks.

"What the hell was that?" Asked Gilbert.

"I… I don't know." Muttered Matthew. "But something fishy is going on here… Holy hell! Have a look at the size of the mushroom!" A few feet away from them was a giant purple mushroom. Cautiously Matthew approached it.

"You think it's safe?" Asked Gilbert.

"I don't know…" Muttered Matthew. He poked it, but as soon as he touched it an explosion of spores erupted out of it and covered Matthew and Gilbert.

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Matthew groaned as he slowly stood up and looked around; everything was all black and white, there were buildings on either side of them and two giant floating hands were above them. "Where are we?"

"I'm dizzy Matthew…" Muttered Gilbert. "I feel sick…" Suddenly the floating hands put a huge egg on the ground. "Oh great, a giant chicken egg. How could this possibly go wrong I wonder?" A giant black demonic chicken sprang out of the egg. "I guess that's what could go wrong." Said Gilbert.

Matthew rolled his eyes and quickly ran over to the chicken and sliced through it like it was butter. When it was dead Matthew grinned and quickly looked around. Steve's bus was a quick jog away. He grinned and ran over to the bus, quickly jumping inside.

"Steve? Are you alright?" He called. The bus was empty. Suddenly something grabbed him and threw him into a seat, the sound of laughter ringing in his ears.

"This trip ain't over yet child." Purred a spaced out voice.

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Matthew gasped as his eyes snapped open; he was sitting on top of a combine harvester. "What the hell?" He muttered.

"What just happened?" Asked Gilbert.

"I… I don't know…" Said Matthew honestly as he climbed out of the harvester. "But I do know that whatever happened was weird…"

"I think we got high of shrooms…"

After walking for a while they stopped at a small cliff and saw Steve's bus driving down the road below them. Matthew quickly jumped onto the bus's roof. "Steve! Stop this bus right now!"

The bus swerved and Matthew went flying through the air, smashing into another weird giant purple mushroom, getting covered it the spores again.

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Once again Matthew and Gilbert were thrown into a black and white world. This time though there were no giant floating hands, just Steve's bus and three of those demonic chickens standing in front of it.

"Fan-fucking-tastic." Growled Gilbert. "Mental note, stay the fuck away from the mushrooms."

"Agreed." Said Matthew. He dashed forwards and quickly chopped off the chickens heads with a small degree of difficulty. "That wasn't so hard." Suddenly the ground shook, the bus shattered and a giant three headed chicken mechanic monster appeared out of the wreckage and started to shoot eggs out of its mouth. Matthew smirked. "I don't know about you Gil, but's I'm in the mood for fried chicken tonight."

"I never want to eat chicken again for as long as I live!" Cried Gilbert.

"Oh, don't be like that." Cooed Matthew as a chicken head slammed into the ground in an attempt to peck him. Matthew quickly slammed his chainsaw into the chicken head. "I can't believe that wasn't even the right bus!"

"That's what you're worried about?" Asked Gilbert. "The fucking bus?" Matthew chuckled and quickly disposed of the last two heads.

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Matthew opened his eyes and growled. Once again he was sitting on top of a combine harvester. "What the hell?"

"I have no fucking clue." Said Gilbert.

Matthew sighed and jumped off the harvester again, making his way through the farm buildings, when he suddenly caught sight of the bus again. "Steve!" He called. As soon as he spoke the bus started to speed up.

"What's wrong with your cousin?" Asked Gilbert.

Matthew sighed and shook his head. "I have no idea…" After a while Matthew jumped over a fence and ended up in the middle of a hoard of zombies. "Oh crap…"

"We are fucked!" Cried Gilbert.

Matthew quickly looked around and grinned, for some reason or another there was a freaking pole in the middle of the hoard, just sticking up out of the ground. He quickly ran over to it and with enough momentum he ended up hooking his legs around the pole and spun around in circle, chopping up any zombie that came close. The hoard was quickly dealt with.

"And that's that." Said Matthew cheerfully.

"… YOU CAN POLE DANCE AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?" Cried Gilbert in shock. "WHY WOULD YOU NOT TELL ME OF ALL PEOPLE THAT?"

Matthew blushed. "Um… you never asked?"

Suddenly the bus came screeching towards them and stopped just in front of them. Steve grinned at them. "Hurry Matthew! Get it! We don't have time to argue! This is an emergency! Zombies! Zombies everywhere!"

Matthew sighed and stepped onto the bus. "You okay Steve? I was really worried about you."

"Yeah I guess." Said Steve. He started the bus and started to drive down the road. "This stupid bus was fucked up but I fix it."

"Hey Steve." Said Gilbert. "Nice to meet you up close." Steve nodded and started to hum to himself. Keeping his eyes on the road.

Something about this just didn't sit right with Matthew. He frowned and crossed his arms. "How did you fix the bus, Steve? Just last week you had to take your car to the shop because you didn't know that cars needed oil. How could you know how to…?" Slowly Steve's humming started to turn into dark chuckling.

"Um, where are we going, Steve?" Asked Gilbert nervously.

Matthew frowned and put his hand on Steve's shoulder. "Steve… hey where are we-?" His words were cut short when Steve hit a speed hump, sending Matthew crashing to the ground. He groaned and looked up at the rear view mirror. In the mirror Steve's reflection was green and covered with stitches. He was a zombie. Matthew growled and quickly stood up. "Who are you and what have you done to Steve?"

"And while we're at it, where are we going?" Asked Gilbert.

The zombie Steve started laughing insanely in a voice that wasn't Steve's. It was older and sounded spaced out. It sounded just like that weird voice that was singing before. "We're heading towards… your grave!"

Gilbert sighed dramatically. "Well, we're fucked."

TBC

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