Chapter 3

Don didn't need to open his eyes to know where he was, The air around him felt dark and uneasy. He opened his eyes, He closed them instantly, Not use to the sudden darkness. When he opened them again, His vision was more clearer. He noticed he felt more comfortable than before. After looking around, He saw that he was inside a bus, Sitting on a seat. He leaned back and rubbed his eyes.

He couldn't believe he was back in this place, He wasn't even home for five minutes before coming back. This just isn't right. It scared him how close he came from destroying the machine with Mikey still in it. He stood up and got a good look of the bus. Something wasn't right. All the windows were spray painted black. Making it impossible to see out. Weird.

The bus was a mess, It smelt of rotting flesh and rusting metal. Some of the seats were ripped of its hinges and messed up, Others were just not there. He stood up and made his way to the front. He sat in the driver seat and examined the controls. Then he remembered that the windows were spray painted black, That drops his driving it idea. He sighed, Looked around and spotted the exit lever. He grabbed it and pulled it.

"Damn it" He said

It wouldn't budge. He got up and looked around for all the exits, He walked up to the two window exits and found the lever was broken off. Then he checked the back and saw the door was bolted shut. Does this bus not want him to get out. He sighed and looked up, Spotting the ceiling exit was cracked and revealed a little beam of light. He reached up and pushed it, It flung open and let in a dim light. HE grabbed it and climbed up through it.

He laid on the cold metal surface when he hopped up onto the ceiling. He stared up at the sky, The oh so familiar sky that he once and still feared. But in a weird way, He felt relaxed. The thought of Dr. Coplan not being here to mess with him, It made this seem a lot easier. He lifted himself up and stared at the city, The sight of which he hated. The city still looked as dead as it did when they were here. The buildings on the verge of collapsing. The sky a dark and sinister red, The sun and moon nowhere in sight. The cool breeze that felt more like death walking past him. Big city...One thing he's looking for. Basically finding a needle in a hay stack. Not even a needle. More like pebble.

"Where are ya Mikey" Don said to himself

Then a eerie noise entered his ears, The sound of low moaning. He slowly looked at the street and his heart dropped. The street was flooded with the undead. There must have been thousands down there. Don stared in horror as they freely walked the streets, Did they eat turtles? He didn't know but didn't want to find out.

How was he going to get out of this one. He searched around for any openings he could find, But there were none in sight. The undead walked evilly around in a group, There were limbs hanging from their stomachs, Parts of their head missing, Brain exposed. It made Don sick to his stomach. He couldn't watch anymore, He went back into the bus and sat in a seat. Thinking of what he could possibly do.

An idea shot through his head, It was a long shot, But it might work. He stood up and walked up to the front, He knelt down next to the steering wheel and felt for a cover. Once he found it, He tore it off, Exposing the wires. After searching for a couple minutes, He found the two wires and tapped them together, Then the engine of the bus roared to life. The noise was to loud for comfort.

He quickly searched around the bus for anything that he could use to smash the windows. He grabbed a nearby pipe that stuck from the floor, pulled it out, Grasped it tightly, And slammed it against the front window. Smashing it to pieces. The sight made Don want to vomit. The undead were looking right at him and walking to the bus. The ones who were already close enough stuck there hand through the window and reached for Don.

"Sh*t" He said, Then smashed the other window.

He sat down in the seat, Put the bus in drive, And slammed on the gas. The bus slowly moved forward and then started to pick up speed, Don felt as he rolled over hundreds and hundreds of undead walkers. The bus was going slower and slower with every undead he ran over. He slammed on the gas and felt the bus jerk forward. As he ran more and more over, One of them seemed to have been catapulted to the window. Half of his body was inside and the other half was outside. Don leaned back and slammed his foot into the zombies face. He saw as it fell out and was soon run over. The crowd of the undead got less and less crowded. Then as the bus trucked on and on, No zombies were in his way. He stopped the bus and glanced out the broken window.

The zombies were still behind him and still in a large group, Don shuddered and sat back in the seat. He wondered where to even begin to look. He drove the bus down the road and turned to another street, It was empty of any undead. Good. He searched the streets, In search of any sign of anything.

Don sighed, This was going to be impossible. He hadn't even searched for two minutes and he was already begin to lose hope. Don stopped the bus and rested his head in his hands. He sighed.

"What am I going to do?" He said