It had been about eleven minutes since the phone call from Nick saying to get ready, and by this time Molly almost was. She was busy tacking her hair into a black hoodie sweatshirt, bobby and safety pinning it into place to make sure it stayed there. She liked the black sweatshirt. It matched her hair.
In addition to the hoodie, Molly was wearing her dull white tennis shoes, and a very, very dark pair of blue jeans that she often called her favorite pants.
She noted that she was still feeling pretty bad. The flu still had it's grip on her. But now was not the time to worry about anything but what was at hand right now. They were coming to get her. She had to be ready.
Molly finished pinning her hair inside her sweatshirt, and grabbed her now empty backpack from off of her bed. It's a dark blue, but not nearly as dark as her jeans. She headed downstairs from her upstairs bedroom for the living room once again, making sure to not make much noise as she descended the stairs. She didn't really want to draw any unnecessary attention to this particular house.
She sat down on the couch, and sat her backpack next to her. She picked up her cell phone, which she left on the couch's armrest while she was preoccupied getting ready. She settled in, watching the T.V. again, which of course had nothing positive to say or report.
Molly waited quietly, fiddling around with the cell phone, waiting for the call. Trying ever so hard to not think about her mother or father or anyone else. She was going to see Mike soon. Then they were going to get out of here. She just had to stay calm. But even if she was pretending as hard as she could to be calm, her fiddling with her cell phone betrayed how nervous and scared she truly was.
The cell phone ringing only confirmed this fear, as Molly jumped just short of a mile. It took her several moments to recover from her shock enough to actually answer the small device.
"Hello?", she whispered, her heart racing.
"Molly! It's Nick. We're coming right now. We'll be there in just a couple of minutes, okay?" Nick didn't give Molly any time to answer, "Im gonna stay on the phone until we get there. We're gonna get as close to the house as we can, then Ill tell you to open you door, and get aboard the bus. It's gotta be done quick. You get all that?"
Molly nodded, "Yeah." she confirmed.
"Alright, get ready, and don't hang up."
Molly grabbed her backpack, and headed to the front door. She got there without having a heart-attack. Something seemingly miraculous under the circumstances.
She arrived at the dark blue front door of her home, backpack in one hand, cell phone in the other.
"Im ready." She reported.
"Good. We're almost there." Nick replied tensely.
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"Good we're almost there.", Chad heard Nick sayas he drove the bus, running one of the crazed people down. The bus only rocked slightly.
"Goddamn." Chad muttered, and then asking a question he already knew the answer too, "My question is: How come there's so many of them here? I mean just three blocks away there were hardly any.", Chad already knew, he was just asking for confirmation.
"I dunno, man" Mike muttered. " I think Molly lives closer to the actual city then I do. I guess there's just more people here."
"Yeah, I know." Chad muttered. "Just restating it...But I mean a lot more...Fuck... Well, fuck it. Makes prefect fucking sense, I guess." Chad murmured, as he saw several more of the crazed people out of the corner of his eye. He certainly wasn't happy with the amount of the crazed people here.
"Almost there." Mike said, waiting for his girlfriend's house to come into view.
"Alright, everyone!" Nick shouted, holding the phone slightly away from his ear, "When we stop, everyone stand up in the aisle of the bus. I think the windows are meant to be punched out or something. Some kind of safety bullshit. And that's what I expect these things to do. Only fire when you have to, and don't if none of the windows have been broken, okay?"
No one really knew how Nick knew this, but no one really cared or argued about it.
Moments later, Molly's house came into view, and a small crowd of the crazed people came with it.
"Aw, fuck!" Chad shouted. "They're everywhere, man!" He yelled, eyes darting to Nick, who looked even more pale then normal.
"I want you to get as close to Molly's as you can. Ashley get ready on that door. Mike, cover her. Tracy, Ali, get ready." Nick took a breath, as he surveyed the thirty-ish creatures that now charged towards the bus. "Everyone," He said softly, "Prepare to defend yourselves."
Chad suddenly swerved right hard, taking the bus onto the lawn of Molly's neighbor's house, then onto Molly's own lawn, running over five or six of the creatures as he went, the bumps in the bus letting it's six occupants know that the creatures had been completely crushed.
With careful precision, Chad lined up the bus with her door, stopping within about five feet of it. Once it stopped, everyone on board with the exception of Chad lept to their feet and grabbed their weapons, pointing them in the outside direction. Ashley lept forward and got ready to open the bus door, latching onto the lever.
"How does that grab ya?" Chad asked smiling slightly, as he admired his parking handy work.
"Molly, ready?" Nick said into the phone.
"Yeah," Molly replied, almost unbolting the door.
"Kay, g-" Nick was cut off as the creatures slammed into the bus from all sides, pounding with all their might to get into the huge vehicle.
"Molly don't open the door!" The shouted into the phone, as he raised his M4 with his right hand at one of the creatures. Most of them weren't tall enough to even reach the windows, but some were, and all the creatures pounded on the bus. One, found it's way to the bus door, and began pounding on it.
Molly jumped back, at how loud Nick was. "What's going on?", she asked in desperation.
"Jesus Christ!" Chad yelled, as he looked down on a bloodied young man who was trying to beat his way in. "What now?" he asked turning to Nick, his voice shaking slightly.
Mike, in a very heads-up move, jumped in and braced the door of the bus with his body. The glass on the door itself is not meant to be knocked out, but it didn't matter: The plan was ruined. The surprise was wasted and now the group sat totally exposed and surrounded, just asking for something bad to happen.
"Yeah, what the fuck now!" Mike yelled, as he braced the door with one hand, and pulled the Colt 1911 .45 from it's holster on his right thigh. His 870 shotgun was slung on his back, not currently useful, as he had one of his huge hands pressed against the door, keeping it from being opened by the insane attackers.
Ashly had unslung her Ithica 37 upon realizing that she wouldn't be opening the bus door, and she was covering the front of the bus, staring fearfully out the windshield at the undead horde that was surrounding them.
Ali and Tracy looked scared but ready, with their respective weapons trained on the first of the crazed people that they saw. In fact, all six teens were ready to fire at a moments notice.
It was a standoff.
Nick didn't respond to Mike's comment. He just looked quickly around the bus, trying to come up with a plan: A plan to get them out of this fucked up situation.
"No one fire on them. They haven't broken any windows yet." Nick muttered, his eyes scanning around the confines of the vehicle, which was getting pretty loud from all the banging.
"C'mon, speed it up, please." Tracy said, as she held her Beretta with both hands.
Nick's eyes glanced to the roof of the bus, where they stayed, his mind quickly coming up with a plan.
"Molly," he said calmly into the phone, "I want you to get to the second floor. Now."
"Why?" he heard her small, scared voice.
"Just do it. Get up there now."
Nick turned to Chad, who had stood up, and grabbed his M1, and had it trained on the horde of creatures who used to be people not so long ago. They were pounding on the bys as hard as they could, trying to get in. Luckily, most were hitting the metal sides of the bus, and nothing any weaker.
"Chad," Nick said looking up at the roof of the bus, where the small escape hatch was. One of two that come standard with a regulation school bus. "Get over here and give me a boost. I got an idea."