Apocalypse Bus Novels & Stories

"Madam got on a No. 207 bus. She should be at the terminal now..." Beau furrowed his eyebrows. "Where is the final destination of bus 207?" "It's..." Noah hesitated for a moment. "In the South Mountain Cemetery." Beau's eyes suddenly turned cold! The sight of Eliza rose in his eyes. She was pale and week as she kneeled in front of the small tombstone. "Let's go!" The sudden heavy rain swallowed the whole city of Krine. Amidst the lightning and thunder, all the cars were forced to slow down.

I took a quick breath that sounded almost like a death rattle as I let my tears wash down with the water from the shower. I'd cry,but he'd never see me cry again. "Calla hurry up." Julie yelled. I got dressed and we both headed to the tour bus in from of our hotel. Jeremy and Maya,our fellow Hault colleagues were already seated in the bus. The bus was a double headed bus,like the ones I saw in London,it had no rooftop,which made it even better to get a clearer view of the city.

If it was old Angelica then she would pass out for sure. I didn't feel bad leaving the pack. Suddenly, the bus stopped with great force, making us lean forward over the seat in front of me. We noticed some assassins surrounding the bus from all sides, and suddenly, they started throwing bottles at the bus. Within a blink of an eye, the bus caught fire. Even the door of the bus was locked outside by them. Everyone was screaming inside the bus. To save them and myself I went to the back of the bus and broke the glass. I helped them to leave the bus.

The memories looped, a silent, brutal film, until the bus finally hissed to a stop, shaking her from her trance. "Port Authority. End of the line. Everybody off." The other passengers filed out. Aurora remained, frozen. Where was she supposed to go? The bus driver, the one who had let her on, caught her eye in his mirror. He waited until the bus was empty, then killed the engine. The sudden silence was deafening. "This is it, kid," he said, not unkindly. Aurora stood, her legs shaking. She felt naked, exposed. "I... I don't..."

I heard a mutated beast swallowed him during a supply raid before he could even seek revenge. Five years later, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thick clouds and shone upon the earth, an excited voice blared over the loudspeaker. "Attention survivors! The National Academy of Sciences has successfully developed a serum to kill the zombie virus! The apocalypse is over! We have won!" Cheers erupted from the base. I stood on the city wall, watching the sun slowly rise in the distance. My parents, still full of energy, stood beside me. Dad patted my shoulder, saying with a grin, "Sweetie, how about we have a feast to celebrate tonight?"

We've got the bus camera to prove it! Suzy chimed in with a tweet: [In all my forty years, I've never seen such nerve! Don't you worry, girl, I've got your back!] James shared a thorough analysis, from road rules to common decency, and he held nothing back on Wade and Sally. He even attached a shaky video, but Sally's shrill voice was perfectly clear: "Step off the bus and apologize right here, or you're not getting through.!" Wade was like: "Come on, apologize to Sally already!"

I whispered. “What?” “Look to your front. What do you see?” I asked desperately. He does, then pauses. “A bus.” Then he turned to me. “What about it?” I rolled my eyes, reluctant to directly tell him we should escape. My palm grew sweaty amidst the cold, skin flushed. “Listen. Where does this bus go?” “To the outskirts of Aurelia city. Why?”

I said as hate started to rise within me, not only because she was not Freya and could be dangerous, but also because Cage could hurt or even kill someone who wasn't who he thought they were. Ali turned around and slowed near the street. Miguel spoke to Ali from the passenger seat. Ali gave me a nod and turned the bus around. But in the middle of doing so, a group of zombies suddenly emerged from the left, forcing Ali to turn more quickly than he had anticipated. Suddenly, chaos erupted. The bus lurched so hard that my stomach dropped. "Ali!" Miguel shouted. The left side of the bus lifted off the ground. For a split second, it felt like we might recover.

My eyes widened and I nearly fell off the bed, fearful bumps rising all over my body. ​What in the world? Does this thing want to get me killed? ​Forget the penalty for a second. Just getting close to that madman was enough to get me killed before the timer even ran out! ​There is literally no one in this city who does not know Lucien Giovanni. Even now, while the world is still normal, his name is spoken in terrified whispers. And after the apocalypse began, he became even more notorious. He didn't just survive the end of the world; he thrived in it.