Apocalypse Bus Novels & Stories

Somewhere above, the streetlamp buzzed and flickered again. “Is anyone—” Headlights cut through the fog. I flinched back, heart ramming my ribs. For a second, I saw the car again—white hood, blinding light, the driver’s horror-stricken face—and my body froze. But the lights this time were higher. Wider. Two rectangles of weak yellow, side by side, rumbling toward me with the sound of an old engine and squealing brakes. A bus. An old city bus, the kind that should’ve been retired decades ago. Its paint was a patchwork of peeling white and gray, metal streaked with rust. Half the windows were fogged from the inside. The front destination sign was dark, nothing but a black rectangle at first.

He looked at her. No money. No room. No move left. “Ours,” he said. “Ours,” she said. The bus came. Number 14. Mercy to downtown. They got on. No fare. Driver looked at them. At Zara’s face. At Bastian’s shirt. At Bisi’s burner. He closed the doors. Drove. No questions. Two days, seventeen hours left on the offer. Zero hours left on safe.

But he shouldn’t forget that, by next year, I will be with Efosa. We boarded the first bus, which would take us to a neighboring village where buses to Lagos departed. Solomon and I sat in the middle of the bus, waiting for it to fill completely before it finally left. The second bus we entered was different, newer and far less cramped. Unlike the first bus, where we were packed tightly together, this one had more space, seating just three people per row. By then, the sun had risen, lighting up the earth around us. Then before the second bus started its journey, an older man stood at the entrance of the bus, clutching a worn Bible with pages curled at the edges. He began to pray, and almost

She is already going through hell, it is better to keep going. Out of the blue, a voice on the bus screamed "That's her! Driver! That's her! Stop the bus! Driver! Stop the bus…!" The driver probably lost in his own thoughts responded to the sudden panic by applying brakes while the bus was at full speed, which resulted in a quick and swift tumble of the bus.

Eason cursed under his breath and shifted to sit forward, popping more ice in his mouth as he continued to sweat black goo that smelled even worse now than before. "We've got news from the scene," one of them said. "So far, one bus has exploded, injuring seven people, including a group of students." "How long is Grace Wolfe going to put the lives of Mooncrest's citizens in danger?" Amira turned the channel as I tried to understand. Each channel seemed to have a different shot of smoke rising from the wreckage of the bus. My stomach turned as I got pieces of people's statements whenever Amira stayed on a channel long enough.

Alex spoke as he sipped some orange juice from the glass before him. " I'm afraid not boss. You have to book a meeting one month In advance before you can see him" the more Derrick spoke, the more Alex got infuriated with the whole David Magnus talk so he decided to change the topic. " Any news on Elena and Ana?" He asked. " Yes boss. We have good news. It turns out that the day they escaped, they happened to take a bus from the park and that bus was registered. During a search, we got a list of all the passengers that boarded the bus and we found out that twenty eight people boarded the bus and the driver's revenue for that drive was that of thirty people so we knew something was fishy. We

At least she's treating him quite well. Lila smiled lightly and got into the car, they all didn't know what was coming but she did. The apocalypse wasn't going to be so easy in a few weeks or even days. She only hoped that she would be able to create a safe place before then. Once everyone was settled in the car, she passed Adrian and Victor their food and ate hers too. Elijah glanced at Victor who had abandoned him at the front to seat with Lila at the back. He nodded in satisfaction, his boss is really playing his role well.

** I hadn’t touched a single key. **OBSERVATION PERIOD: ACTIVE.** Then, beneath it, glowing steady and impossible to misread — **NEXT REVIEW: 88 DAYS.** My breath caught in my throat. Yesterday it had read eighty-nine. Today, eighty-eight. It wasn’t a fixed date sitting quietly in some old file. It was counting. Actively. Alongside me. One final message appeared beneath it, almost gentle in its wording, which somehow made it worse. **DO NOT PANIC.**

A couple of dim lights came on in the front dash, illuminating the bus driver and the worry on his face. Terra heard the man try to quiet the crowd and spoke again. “Please, everyone settle down. It should be no—” A loud pop echoed through the darkness. Terra’s heart jumped at the loud sound and she quickly searched for her brother’s hand. Noah let out a surprised squeal at the sound and stood, his own curiosity taking over. The round man speaking to them just moments before stumbled forward, eyes glossed over as his body slammed to the ground. They all watched in horror as the black hole in the back of his head bubbled red and all voluntary movement from his body ceased.

"In the year 2005, a tourist bus carrying about 25 people including the driver assigned to drive the bus to a tourist attraction in the deepest part of Bear Forest. A place said to be haunted and cursed by death itself. A place no one in their right minds should venture into. The Bus never made it back and no one was seen again.