Revelation Revolutions 2: A Fenced Primacy

2x10 Broken Chair

Arianna, Pheobe, Bear, And Don were disposing of the corpses before them. The bodies were mangled together with torn off limbs laying beside the pile. Don was creating a fire for the bodies to be burnt in. Arianna carried over the body of a small dead girl who had a missing left arm. Don suddenly had a flashback in his head to the time he and Arianna cut off the daughters hand. Don looked back to the graves on the south west of the football field. He sighed deeply as he remembered every bit of that scenario. He turned back to look at the girls corpse with a heavy and weary heart. Arianna gently placed her hand on the teens shoulder. Don looked up and over to her.

Arianna: Look, I know you are troubled by these things. Especially what happened yesterday, but thats the past. You cant stay hung up on it if it was for survival. and we didn't know what we were doing. Either way, We have work to do. No time to be hung up on what happened under yesterdays sun.

Arianna goes back to the pile and Don looks down at the corpse again. The little girls body was starting to melt and boil at the flesh. Lightly swelling underneath her abdomen and limbs as the blood dried veins swelled and popped. Making crackling and hissing noises as the water left in the body evaporated. Leaving the melting flesh to form around the bones. Don soon forgot of that gruesome sight as Pheobe and Bear dropped a 6 foot obese man onto the fire. Splashing amber and sparks onto the 3. The fat mans corpse quickly caught fire from the nasty dirty clothes adorned on the man.

Pheobe: Sorry about what happened. I'm sure today will be different.

Bear: Yeah, You may have had a bad yesterday but today will be a good today.

Don stares at Bear with great curiosity over his speech. But choose to ignore it and walk off to the corpse pile in silence. Choosing to work in silence than talk with his fellow family members. The sound of a Bus driving away from the school gained attention to the tiny group. Each of the four stared at the town. Not in the same place did they stare, but instead all over the town. Not sure where the sound came from. Unable to see the bus.

Don: A fucky yesterday leads to a fucky today. Much like a broken chair, Leave it screwed up before and it will be screwed after. That's how life works.

Don resumed dragging bodies into the fire. One after another.

Ezekiel Was moved to the back seat of the short bus. Inside the bus was only a few seats. the two very back seats were left and the two very front seats were kept. Leaving the middle section to be free and open. Owen was in the open section cutting up bed sheets for cloaks. He ripped head holes in the center of these bed sheet ponchos. He handed one to Miguel, who quickly slid it on, then another for the unconscious Ezekiel, who he had to manually put it on the teen. After that, Owen reached into the first aid kit kept inside the short bus and started to patch up all of Ezekiel's cuts and wounds. Even having to use some improvised stitching skills to seal up his forehead gash. slowing down the bleeding rate. Miguel sighed and grabbed the knife from his pocket and looked at the horizontal doors on the right side of the bus. On the outside was a gnawing and clawing teenager. Blood dripping down his chin and neck. Broken teeth clung to his gums by stringy flesh. grossing out Miguel by the sight but he knew this had to be done.

So he opened the door and the Stumbler instantly came into the bus. Miguel raised his boot covered foot and shoved it into the chest of this rotten boy. Miguel then stood up, keeping his boot on the Stumblers chest as he tried to claw at Miguel's face. Miguel just took his knife and slammed it down into the throat of the beast. Stabbing through the brain stem and killing the raged beast. The dark skinned man grabbed the teens corpse by the feet and dragged it into the bus. Then closed the doors.

Owen sighed as he put on gloves. Taking a few deep breaths before he did the action of stabbing the lower abdomen with his own blade. Miguel stood over and watched in boredom and anger. Owen shoved the knife deep into the belly of the beast. He even rotated the blade to dig out and tear up the organs and muscle inside. Once done with that, Owen took the sharp edge of the knife and started to slide it upwards towards the neck. Slicing a nice clean line up to the ribcage where the bones stopped him from going further.