splattered truck roared through the group of staggering zombies, knocking them aside. It sped past the last of the buses and children, driving over the sidewalk as it tried to escape.
The driver of their bus continued to try to load the last of the students onto his vehicle. The children were already crammed into the narrow aisle and falling over onto those already seated.
“We need to go now!” Arturo shouted at the driver.
The first of the zombies reached out toward a father carrying his child to his car. It made a mad grab for him, looking almost comical as it missed and fell to the ground.
“Maybe they are Night of the Living Dead zombies,” Troy said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
“I want Dad!” Roger cried out suddenly. He began to get out of his seat. “I want Dad!”
“Dude, no! Calm down! We gotta get out of here,” Josh said quickly, trying to push Roger back into his seat.
“No, no! I want Dad! I want my dad!” Roger pushed against Troy as the other boy tried to hold him back.
“No, bro, no! We gotta stay on the bus!”
“I want my dad!” Roger shrieked, his face flushed red and his eyes streaming tears.
“He’s losing it!” Sam exclaimed.
“Shut up!” Arturo punched Sam in the arm.
Josh tried to help Troy keep Roger from crawling over the back of the seat in front of them. As he struggled with the other boy, he saw fast movement outside the bus windows.
“Running zombies!” Josh gasped.
“Oh, man. That is totally the Dawn of the Dead remake!” Arturo wailed.
The new arrivals didn’t have the horrible disfigurement of the first group of zombies. They did have blood on them, but their legs weren’t broken or severely damaged, so they were fast.
Terrifyingly fast.
Josh’s heart beat so hard in his chest it actually hurt. The edges of his vision blurred as he turned to look for his mom’s car. It took a few seconds for him to find it near the edge of the parking lot. His mother was trying to edge between two parked cars and up onto the sidewalk. The world grew dimmer and slower as he saw running zombies pouring into the parking lot.
“Mom,” he whispered.
“I want my dad!” Roger screamed just before he managed to vault himself over the back of the seat onto the kids seated before him.
Troy scrambled after him. “Roger!”
“Oh, man!” Sam exclaimed. “They got someone!”
There was a pack of the zombies gathering around someone on the ground.
“This isn’t real,” Arturo said, clenching his eyes shut. “This isn’t real!”
Josh turned to look toward his mom’s car again. The things were swarming it, beating on the windows, growling at her.
“Mom,” Josh murmured, his throat constricting with fear.
A massive truck slammed into one of the parked cars blocking his Mom’s car, the squeal of tires and warping metal filling the air. The truck kept ramming the car until it finally gave way and was shoved up onto the sidewalk. The truck pushed through as the zombies beat on the sides of it. To Josh’s relief, his mom’s car followed. He lost sight of her car as she managed to get onto the main road behind the treeline.
Finally, their bus began to move as the running creatures drew near. Josh could see the zombies smashing their hands and even their heads, against the glass of the cars still trying to escape the pandemonium in the parking lot and bus lane. All around him, other students tried to close the windows, though there was little chance of the zombies managing to reach that high. Roger and Troy struggled with each other, falling into the other kids, who shoved them away.
“Children, calm down! We’re getting away!” Mrs. Adkins shouted from the front of the bus. She stood behind the driver’s seat, holding onto the pole. Her face was swollen, but she managed to still get the attention of the kids.
The driver swore as he tried to get past a car blocking his way. There was no sign
The driver of their bus continued to try to load the last of the students onto his vehicle. The children were already crammed into the narrow aisle and falling over onto those already seated.
“We need to go now!” Arturo shouted at the driver.
The first of the zombies reached out toward a father carrying his child to his car. It made a mad grab for him, looking almost comical as it missed and fell to the ground.
“Maybe they are Night of the Living Dead zombies,” Troy said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
“I want Dad!” Roger cried out suddenly. He began to get out of his seat. “I want Dad!”
“Dude, no! Calm down! We gotta get out of here,” Josh said quickly, trying to push Roger back into his seat.
“No, no! I want Dad! I want my dad!” Roger pushed against Troy as the other boy tried to hold him back.
“No, bro, no! We gotta stay on the bus!”
“I want my dad!” Roger shrieked, his face flushed red and his eyes streaming tears.
“He’s losing it!” Sam exclaimed.
“Shut up!” Arturo punched Sam in the arm.
Josh tried to help Troy keep Roger from crawling over the back of the seat in front of them. As he struggled with the other boy, he saw fast movement outside the bus windows.
“Running zombies!” Josh gasped.
“Oh, man. That is totally the Dawn of the Dead remake!” Arturo wailed.
The new arrivals didn’t have the horrible disfigurement of the first group of zombies. They did have blood on them, but their legs weren’t broken or severely damaged, so they were fast.
Terrifyingly fast.
Josh’s heart beat so hard in his chest it actually hurt. The edges of his vision blurred as he turned to look for his mom’s car. It took a few seconds for him to find it near the edge of the parking lot. His mother was trying to edge between two parked cars and up onto the sidewalk. The world grew dimmer and slower as he saw running zombies pouring into the parking lot.
“Mom,” he whispered.
“I want my dad!” Roger screamed just before he managed to vault himself over the back of the seat onto the kids seated before him.
Troy scrambled after him. “Roger!”
“Oh, man!” Sam exclaimed. “They got someone!”
There was a pack of the zombies gathering around someone on the ground.
“This isn’t real,” Arturo said, clenching his eyes shut. “This isn’t real!”
Josh turned to look toward his mom’s car again. The things were swarming it, beating on the windows, growling at her.
“Mom,” Josh murmured, his throat constricting with fear.
A massive truck slammed into one of the parked cars blocking his Mom’s car, the squeal of tires and warping metal filling the air. The truck kept ramming the car until it finally gave way and was shoved up onto the sidewalk. The truck pushed through as the zombies beat on the sides of it. To Josh’s relief, his mom’s car followed. He lost sight of her car as she managed to get onto the main road behind the treeline.
Finally, their bus began to move as the running creatures drew near. Josh could see the zombies smashing their hands and even their heads, against the glass of the cars still trying to escape the pandemonium in the parking lot and bus lane. All around him, other students tried to close the windows, though there was little chance of the zombies managing to reach that high. Roger and Troy struggled with each other, falling into the other kids, who shoved them away.
“Children, calm down! We’re getting away!” Mrs. Adkins shouted from the front of the bus. She stood behind the driver’s seat, holding onto the pole. Her face was swollen, but she managed to still get the attention of the kids.
The driver swore as he tried to get past a car blocking his way. There was no sign
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