((due to a tie, I decided to flip a coin for the vote. B ended up winning, so that is the option we'll go with))
"You two partners in crime or something?" Vince teased, relaxing in his seat with a smug smile.
"He wishes, I rob, he rapes." Justin joked, offending Danny.
"Hey, what did I tell you?" Danny started.
"Here we go again.." The other man sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Seriously man, I was falsely accused!" He defended, giving
"We're all criminals here, man. No need to be ashamed in front of us." Vince assured.
"Huh. What are you in for, Vince?" Justin asked out of curiosity.
"I uh.. Helped my little brother." Vince replied stoically, staring at the ankle chains.
"They send you to prison for that?" Justin followed up before a pause of silence between the three took over, the sounds of arguing from the two other inmates taking over as the primary noise. "I bet it was for something stupid."
"Not gonna lie, guys," Danny started, changing the subject. "I'm really missing my girlfriend right now."
"Take it she didn't like your crime too much?" Justin guessed.
"Nah, man. Worst part is she hasn't spoken to me in months, it's really messing with me like you wouldn't believe." The latino male responded.
"Call her up when we get there. You both gotta face that shit." Vince told him, giving the man a knowing look as if he could relate.
"Yeah, you're right. First call I get." Danny replied, a confident smile on his face.
"Say, Justin, what're you in for?" Vince questioned.
"Pyramid scheme. Got some bucks for it and made out okay. Y'know, except for the whole arrested and sent to prison part." Justin explained, giving a smirk to the two.
"Aren't those kinda.. Shit?" Danny asked.
"Usually. But this was some pretty good shit." He responded.
"Good shit is still shit."
"It was some pretty elegant shit."
"How much did you make off with?" Vince interjected.
"Hundred? Two K?" Danny guessed.
"Little over a hundred.. Million." Justin saw the two others light up with surprised smirks.
"Goddamn, boy!" Danny exclaimed. "When we get outta here you, me and Vince, we need to go into business together."
"Actually, I don't know a thing about you, Vince." Justin stated, staring at Vince. "You 'helped your little brother', but how'd you get caught?"
"I tossed the gun up to a roof.."
"And?" The white collar criminal asked.
"And they found it the next morning, goddamn gutter cleaners." Vince explained.
"Man, that's bad luck, Vince. Ha, Bad-Luck-Vince! That's got a ring to it." Danny joked, a big smile on his face. His smile faded when an argument between two inmates became loud enough for everyone on the bus to hear, which wasn't many. Just the three amigos, the two guards up front and the two annoying douchebags arguing at each other.
"Fuck you!" The larger, bald headed one growled behind the other.
"Fuck me? Ha, no, fuck you, motherfucker." The much skinnier and older looking guy replied before the metal handcuffs around the brolic dudes wrists collided with the skinny guy's neck, pulling on it to choke him out.
"Crabtree, enough of that shit!" The southern officer with an action shotgun shouted, stepping closer to the door that led to the prisoners.
"Holy shit, get off of him, man!" Danny yelled, attempting to get up.
"Let the guard handle it, Danny." Justin said slowly, raising his hands as much as he could with cuffs on.
"Fuck that, we gotta get in there, if he won't." Danny argued back.
"I will, in a minute.. I need a minute to think." The officer yelled, a sweating, nervous wreck as he entered the prisoner section of the bus, aiming his shotgun at the attacker who was STILL choking the other dude out.
"Get in between them, goddamnit!" The driver commanded, shoving the southern, young officer toward the two.
"Crabtree, l-last warning." He threatened, though it sounded more like he was the one being threatened, the gun shaky in his hands. Still, the assaulter persisted. This frustrated Vince beyond belief.
"DO SOMETHING ALREADY!" Vince told the officer.
"I said let him go, goddamnit!" BOOM. The attacking man's head was blown off and his body went limp, the cuffs still against the other convicts neck. A silence took over the bus as everyone stared in horror at what they just witnessed.
"What did you do, boy?!" The driver yelled at him, getting back in his seat to find the radio.
"Holy shit.." Justin said, as shocked as the others.
"He should have moved! I.. I-I don't know.." The murdering cop defended.
"He should have moved, or you don't know? God this is fucked.." Justin muttered, looking out the window. Suddenly, a low gargle came from the skinny guy's mouth. He must be still alive, right?
"Get the cuffs off him, man. He's still alive!" Danny said, pointing at the criminal. The cop nodded and used the key around his belt to take his cuffs off. Crabtree's hands slipped off and his body fell to the floor, however the man he attacked didn't move a muscle.
"Is he dead?" Vince asked, the officer checking his pulse.
"He uh.. He is.." The cop confirmed.
"Oh my god. You- you gotta call someone man!" The latino barked.
"W-what? No, it's fine!"
"I'm calling this in." The driver announced, getting on the radio and contacting dispatch.
"N-no, don't call it in." The cop pleaded.
"That blood is on your hands, you gotta deal with that shit." Vince drilled into the officer's brain.
"Shut up, okay?! Just shut your mouth!" The violent security officer raised his gun to Vince and Justin, but Danny managed to stand up in front of the two to protect them.
"You really wanna pull that trigger again, son?" Danny asked, staring at the shaky barrel. Eventually, the cop stopped and lowered the gun. Danny sat back down.
"Thanks, man." Justin thanked his friend, everyone still shaken up. A couple of seconds later, screaming was heard from outside the bus and on the highway. People were leaving their vehicles and running away from chewed up, limping, man eating monsters. Those inside the bus looked on in disbelief.
"What the fuck is going on out there?" Justin asked, mouth agape.
"We need to get the hell out of here. Hey, officer, take these cuffs off." Danny told the security guy.
"It's fine, we're safe inside the bus, nothing's gonna-" Just as he was about to finish, the choked out prisoner came back from the dead and bit the neck outta the guy. He stumbled to the ground before passing out as the now reanimated corpse attempted to attack Vince, Justin and Danny.
"Oh my god.." The three said at almost the same time, eyes wide in terror at the ghoul.
"What the fuck is going on?!" Justin yelled in frustration, leaning away from the walker along with the other two. The chain kept them from going too far, though.
"Hey, driver, you gotta-" Danny was about to finish when he noticed the driver hauled ass outta the bus, nowhere to be seen. "Fucking asshole, are you serious?!"
"We gotta kill this thing before it kills us. That ankle chain ain't gonna hold if he keeps yanking at it with that much force." Vince explained, looking around for a solution.
"Well, what about the shotgun, the one the officer had?" Justin suggested.
"Yeah, yeah the gun, good thinkin' Justin!" Danny praised, a light smile on his face before he turned back to panic. "Where's the gun?"
Vince let out a sigh before answering. "I.. I think he collapsed on it when he got attacked."
"Fuck. Fine, on three we push him off. Ready?" Justin asked with an eye roll. The two nodded, leaning toward the white cops dying soul. "One.. Two, three!" With a bit of force, eventually the body was moved and the huge, threatening shotgun was revealed. The two in front and back leaped back to their seats as Vince grabbed the gun and aimed it at the corpse.
"Shoot this asshole, Vince!" Danny yelled just before his friend pulled the trigger and blew his brains out over the seats and floor. It seemed peaceful now, despite the ringing in their ears and the screaming outside.
"Okay, now what?" Justin asked, panting heavily.
"Now, we get out of here." Danny replied.
"How, dipshit?" Justin asked, holding down some bile as he looked at the two, no, three corpses in the bus.
"Justin, Danny, please, kindly, shut up and let me think." After looking around the bus, Vince could only consider two options: Either A. He shoots off the chains until he either runs out of bullets or it breaks off or B. Shoot the locks near their ankles, which was out of the question.
Eventually, a figure walked onto the bus and began searching the front. Danny noticed and a smile lit his face up. "Hey, guys, maybe this is our big break."
"Danny, wait-" Justin tried to stop him, but..
"Hey, buddy! What the fuck..?" It was, of course, a walker who was now banging on the door in an attempt to break in and get a bite to eat.
"Goddamnit, Danny! You always gotta fuck everything up-" Justin sighed.
"Fuck you, man!" Danny replied, raising his voice.
"Guys! Quit bickering. We need a solution." Vince and the others looked up to see more walkers entering the bus and attempting to get in.
"Alright, alright. Can't we just shoot off the chains?" Justin suggested. Vince shrugged and shot at the chains, however this did nothing just as he suspected.
"Won't cut through." Vince said obviously.
"What about the cuff? If we shoot that off, the chain'll slip right through." Danny suggested back, pointing at the piece of metal on their ankles that held the chains together as he took the handcuffs off of himself with the key from the guards corpse, then handed it to Vince and Justin who did the same whilst debating.
"Are you fuckin' insane? What do you think is gonna happen if you fire a shotgun that is close to someone's foot?" Justin pointed out, throwing the key away after they were all uncuffed.
"Yeah? Well, what do YOU think is gonna happen if we don't get the fuck outta here?" Danny spat back. "Vince, gimme the gun, I gotta do this!" Danny reached for the gun, and so did Justin, but Vince wasn't giving it up, and now he had to make the choice: Who's foot to shoot off?
Choices:
A. Shoot Danny
B. Shoot Justin
C. Shoot your own cuff
Relationships:
Although you've only known them a short while, Danny and Justin seem like good pals to you.