Apocalypse Bus Novels & Stories

The pain of being dismembered was so precise, so unbearable, he could still feel it now. This was not a dream. Holding his head, he replayed the fifteen days of the apocalypse in his mind. They were too concrete, down to every second—especially the last moments. There was only one possibility. "I… I've been reborn." He fumbled for his phone. The date on the screen read March 1. The apocalypse had happened on June 1—he remembered it exactly because he had planned to take his son to an amusement park that day. They'd just stepped outside when the hail began; one ball hit him and the pain had made him question his life.

It was a brute force, mechanical bullet designed to survive the apocalypse. "Board!" Lucian commanded. Silas and the ghost operatives loaded the children into the reinforced carriage. Zara stepped in right behind them, but before she could turn, Lucian grabbed her hips, physically lifting her flawlessly over the gap and setting her down inside the armored cabin. He stepped in behind her, his massive frame completely filling the doorway before hitting the heavy manual release lever. The thick steel doors slammed shut with a deafening, absolute finality. Silas engaged the mechanical throttle in the front of the car. The heavy transit train lurched forward, violently accelerating into the pitch

"But Dad is overreacting. He sent three security cars to follow a school bus." Alex pointed out the rear window. Three black SUVs from Sterling Security were tailing them closely. "I feel safe," Aurora hugged her teddy bear. But her eyes were darting around nervously. "But... the bad static is back. In my head." "Static?" Alex frowned. He checked his signal meter. Suddenly, the signal bars dropped to zero. Then, the bus lights flickered and died. The engine groaned and shut off completely. The bus coasted to a halt in the middle of the dark tunnel.

I was pretty sure he would’ve walked right up and examined every inch of the thing like a museum curator inspecting a newly unearthed artifact if I hadn’t grabbed his sleeve and yanked him back. “What is this metal construction?” he demanded, eyes wide. “There are humans inside? Is it a public carriage? Is it alive? What’s it called? A car? A taxi? Answer me, goddammit!” I sighed and rubbed my brow as the relentless assault of questions continued, the Lord-knows-how-old demon poking me like an overexcited preschooler. “It’s called a bus,” I said flatly. “And get in before it leaves.” “The mighty oracle finally answers,” he grumbled, stepping onto the bus and then promptly freezing, unsure wh

Synn laughed and we both scurried out of the penthouse. I suddenly froze the moment I stepped outside, I couldn't believe my eyes. The long, sleek white bus rolled up just at the front of the penthouse. It's an extremely long bus that can take the entire citizens of a small city. It's tinted windows sparkling under the streetlights. "What...the...hell!" I blurted, I didn't even know when the words escaped my mouth. "Don't be surprised, let's go." Synn yelped excitedly, then she dragged me by my hand as we climbed into the luxurious bus.

The valet was in no danger of getting hit. Bruce had gotten caught in traffic. A city bus’s breaks had gone out. It had front ended a cab and swiped three cars before it sped throw the gates of Verizon’s power station. Then the bus hit a cell tower head on. The bus exploded on impact, killing everyone on it and knocking out cellular and data service for almost everyone in the city. Bruce had heard the news on the radio while he was stuck in traffic. Bruce had even tried finding an alternate tower to use to call the mansion and Trevor. There wasn’t one available or it was overloaded by other cell users trying to use it.

"Cadmus, I think I spoiled her too much. It's your turn to keep her in line." I covered my mouth. They laughed. "Funny," I mumbled, then turned and left. The buses had no windows, just a sky roof. A door will close after everyone is seated, no view to the front. "This is just for safety. I was attacked last night," I explained. They gasped. "We need to make sure they won’t find us again. I’ll see you there. Safe trip." Thank you, princess, they said in a chorus. Cadmus gave the signal, and four full buses took off at once. The town was almost empty.

A small green dot floated around, similar to a snowflake. Yanlong's heart chilled. A cold shiver ran through her back. Apocalypse is here a whole eight hours early. How much could this butterfly change? one can only guess. Worse, she was trapped in a bathroom with shower running. She lost her consciousness even as she thought 'I have to sit down'. A thud sounded from the bathroom. The shower is still running. One green snowflake turned to two, two turned to four, soon, It is like a green snow storm out there. Only, not a single person is awake to witness it.

Sasha’s heart hammered in her chest as the black bus finally slowed down, pulling in front of an old, worn-out building on the outskirts of town. The structure was a far cry from the bustling marketplace—it looked abandoned, with faded graffiti scrawled across the crumbling walls and shattered windows reflecting the golden hues of the setting sun. It was tucked between two larger warehouses, hidden in plain sight, and the air around it felt oppressive, like a place where unspeakable things had happened.

"So, what do you want? There must be something you want. Everyone has something they want!" The gears in Ben's head were slowly working again, already tweaking their game a little, perhaps adding her answer to the pool of possible choices. He was clearly the brains behind this operation. Pulling into the depot, the bus screeched and shuddered, coming to a complete stop in the parking bay with one final groan. Chaos erupted around them as passengers, eager to be reunited with their loved ones waiting in the sweltering heat, scrambled out of their seats and grabbed their bags.