Apocalypse Bus Novels & Stories

It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. "Los Angeles," she said. The map above the altar stretched, resisted, then tore open a narrow view of another city under Black Rain scars. Freeways twisted like concrete rivers. Neon saints flickered over boarded shops. A temple I did not recognize burned with blue incense. Then something huge moved behind the skyline. Not Below-Prayer. Older in a different way.

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

he stammered, his confusion quickly morphing into panic. She didn't look at him, but her eyes flicked toward the rows of passengers in front of them. "This bus isn't for the living," she said, her voice barely audible over the silence. She explained that the moment he stepped on, the passengers—entities trapped in a perpetual loop of transition—had marked him as their replacement. One of them could only leave if a living soul took their place on the vinyl seats. Arthur looked at the man in the row ahead. The man’s neck began to creak as his head slowly turned 180 degrees to face Arthur. A dozen other heads began to follow suit, their expressions twisting into hungry, desperate masks.

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

But the only answer that came back was a scornful laugh from inside the motorhome. 'He refused?' Dennis's heart sank. The scene shattered, shifting in an instant. Fire! Fire filled the sky! Dennis watched in horror as his two prized Apache attack helicopters, the treasures he'd spent countless efforts acquiring, trailed thick black smoke and flame, their rotors shattered, and dropped from the sky like dead birds with broken wings. Fireballs from the explosions swallowed everything. Then the scene shifted again. A mountain of corpses, a sea of blood. Not a single intact war vehicle remained on the ruins at the eastern entrance. The Wolf Pack's two thousand-plus vehicles were nothing but burni

Suddenly. BANG! The bus jerked violently before coming to a stop. Passengers screamed. The driver sighed loudly. "Everyone, please get off." "The tyre has burst." My heart dropped. "No..." I looked at my watch again. The meeting would begin in less than forty minutes. I stepped onto the road and looked around desperately. Every taxi was occupied. Meanwhile... At the Orion Convention Centre... Every seat in the conference hall was occupied. Representatives from Blackwood International sat on one side. Kingston Group occupied the other.

Author Godsent Banky ******************************************************************************************************************************************************** After what seemed like an eternity, The Bus Angelus, Theo, Sia, Jasper, Ted, Trevor, Alaric, Daniel, Richard, Peter, Paul, Joseph, Morgan, Stanley, and Scott were in finally pulled over at a bus stop close to Lowell High School. "God damn It!! I'm late!! Angelus said out as soon as she got out of the bus while checking the time on her phone. "You are late because of us................We are sorry." Theo, Sia, Jasper, Ted, Trevor, Alaric, Daniel, Richard, Peter, Paul, Joseph, Morgan, Stanley, and Scott apologetically said

This was great Dede is unknowingly helping me make Shelly seem like the asshole here. At that moment Mrs. Spooner pulled around with the party bus. I must say it was an eye sore. It was the most hideous and flashy party bus i had ever seen. It had half naked men and woman on it, and it had orange and red lightning bolts all over it. On top of all that in gigantic Hot pink letters it said," HONK IF YOU ARE HORNY". Ruby looked like she was going to be sick. She looked as though she wanted to just lay down and die right where she was standing.

I was terrified of being tossed about. When I saw Wyatt sleeping soundly beside me, I exhaled in relief. Suddenly, the wheels seemed to hit a large rock, which caused the bus to tilt sharply. Caught off guard, my grip slipped. I tumbled toward Wyatt, and my thigh ended up pressed against him. The moment our skin touched, electricity shot up my thigh and went straight to the top of my head. A gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it. The heat in my lower abdomen flared up; every pore on my body opened wide.

"Finley, you can't get on the bus! I just realized your test center is in Eastbrook! Both buses from our class are headed to Westhaven!" On the morning of the SAT, I had barely stepped onto the charter bus when someone yanked me back off. Lewis Sutton didn't hold back. The force sent me stumbling into a utility pole. Ignoring the pain, I hurried to the front of the buses and checked the destination signs. Both clearly read: Westhaven. I held out my hand to Lewis. "The buses are about to leave. Why are you only noticing this now? Let me see the test center schedule."