Part 3.1
Naomi and Robbie (Somewhere, Tennessee)
Here we are on the road. We were able to find a big yellow bus, in front of the school, gas and battery full. We barely escaped creepy infected teachers, janitors, lunch ladies and parents, they were everywhere, a whole bunch were on this bus as well, I glance in my rearview mirror towards the back of the bus, where Robbie is sitting on one side, all the other infected all lying on floor, heads either bashed in or blown off. We should get rid of them, they're creeping me out. "Hey Robbie, can you open the back door and start kicking those guys off?" I yell towards the back. Robbie reluctantly gets up, opens the back door and starts pushing the infected out of the bus, I hear each and every one tumble out of the bus with a thud. We've been driving for four days straight, switching between Robbie and myself and stopping at every gas station to fill up the tank. I felt like raiding the last gas station so we took all the junk food, all the bottled drinks, we were lucky to find some apple cider in the back, we haven't downed it yet, we're waiting for the perfect time. And I took some CDs with me. So now all the windows are down, and I'm blasting My Chemical Romance, their second to last album "Danger Days", "Na na na" is blasting at the loudest volume, and I sing along, I don't even care. "...in a bag in a box, put an 'X' on the floor give me more, David more, gimme more, shut up and sing it with me..." I spot a few infected on the highway, and they start running towards the bus, an evil grin spreads across my face, as I step on the gas determined to run each and every one over. The bus barely moves as we roll over the infected on the street. I glance in my rearview mirror at Robbie, who is just lying in the seat all the way in the back, singing along to My Chemical Romance. "Robbie..." I sing, and look to the back to see him sit up, twizzlers already in hand, walking to the front of the bus. I open my mouth, keeping my eyes on the road and waiting for my prize, as Robbie places a twizzler in mouth. While Robbie is giving me a second one I see a motel out of the corner of my eye, with a car in the parking lot. Yes. I pull into the parking lot, idling up right next to the 'shag van'. It's an ugly pumpkin orange Volkswagon, with dents on the side. Better than no car. Robbie and I walk towards the back of the bus, picking up our gear, and jumping out the back to round up around the van. I peek in one of the windows, to find a buttload of guns, seriously, a lot of guns, more guns than we have. Well shit. I feel the bullet whiz past me, and Robbie mutter "Shit" behind me. I turn in time to find an arrow sticking out the bus, and a scratch on Robbie's cheek. "Move, Nae!" Robbie screams at me, aiming for the roof of the motel. I duck behind the pumpkin van, as shots and arrows descend on us. Shit shit shit, think think think. I see Robbie out of the corner of my eye, appear from behind the van next to me, to shoot at the ones shooting at us. "Fuck," he mutters more to himself, while he is reloading his shotgun. I'm about to come out from behind the van to aim at the roof, when I feel the cold barrel against the side of my forehead. I freeze and glance to the side to see Asian Guy standing above me. Well shit. "Drop your weapons, cutie" he says to me, crouching down to whisper it in my ear. "Robbie..." I call for him, careful to not make any movements, he looks over to me and freezes as well, he looks scared for me, but then he looks at who is holding the gun to my head, and looks more pissed than scared now. He aims his gun at Asian Guy, just as a tall hispanic looking guy comes into view and aims his gun at Robbie's head, and Robbie freezes as well. "Fuck!" Robbie exclaims at the same time that I think, well shit.
A.N
That's right folks the moment we've been waiting for the destined meeting of our survivor parties!!!
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How To :zombie Apocalypse
Misteri / ThrillerA group of teenagers go through what appears to be a zombie infection, they are traveling to a safety station in New York
