E x t i n c t i o n: Part Deux

[Bakuyu]

Ryan glanced over at teh women, he could here teh bass comign from her head phones. She'd probley start losing her hearing at age 50, if she kept that up. He mumbled something that sounded like.

"Don't think about blowing a whole through our bus." Or something to that nature. He stuck another gummy worm into his mouth, using his tounge to lick off some of the flavor, before chewing it. He also had some chocolate, and some jaw breakers, some of teh really good stuff. He closed his eyes, thinking for a moment, letting the worm sit in his mouth. Suddenly ripped back into reality by a zombie slaming itself against the bus.

"What the H***?"

He's never seen a human zombie just throw itself against something. It was rare for them to carry objects, or even open a door, it seemed some of them had diffrent levels of intellegence, or personalities. The man reminded him of the birds that attacked the last convoy. Ryan opened his eyes, and slowly turned to the man. One of his eyes were hanging by a redish pink fleshy string, and his left arm had a wound down to the bone... He must have been ramming into things for quite sometime. The man stopped, and looked Ryan stright in the eye, pausing for a secound. Ryan saw nothing, except the glossy white color over his eye. The man tilted his head slightly, and put his hand up to the window, and paused. Ryan paused, and leaned forward, closer to the window.

"Hello...?"

The man then slammed his head forward, pressing it against the window, and dug his nails into the metal, and scraped it downward.

The noise sent a chill down Ryans spine, as he looked up at the driver.

"Bastard..." He said under his breath. (Directed to teh zombie)

"Hey, lets get moving!"

Ryan was about to take control of the bus, if someone didn't get this hunk on crap rolling.

He jammed another gummy worm into his mouth.

[SirSmokesAlot]

-Jack was one of the passengers on the bus he grabs his Sawed off 12 gauge and walks over to the man driving to bus, He then sits at the front seat since most of the people were scared to sit there, Jack began to speak-

[.:|CrackerJack|:.] Hey im Jack people call me Crackerjack, Well its your call,Call me what you like, Now i would like to wonder where in the hell are we going exactly?[/b]

[DaNnEh]

Slinging her mini-14 back over her shoulders, annoyed as she flicked a strand of her hair out of her eyes as she watched the zombies crowding against the bus, "What is the driver doing!? I mean really, some of us have some important things to do, surviving being on the top of my mind! This is why everyone complains about the metro, they never on time when you need them to be!" Shaking her head as she switched the clips out of her glock, "Perhaps I should have taken a cab instead, I mean really...., blowing up ward to move a pesky strand of hair from her eyes again as she slammed the clip in.

[Munz]

"pshht...tell me about it", Tony replied.
There were only 3 clips left, plus the seven bullets still in his pistol (6...5...4...), and he didn't want to have to resort to the shotgun. Tony could see the hoard before them, wishing he had grenades with him. If the bus didn't start soon...God knew what would happen. He only prayed silently as he fired, backing away from the windows in fear of a zombie reaching through. He was on the border line of insanity.
"Can we f***ing leave already?"

[Gabriel]

Alex had been sitting for as long as he was going to, and he ran to the front of the bus and almost screamed. "He's not even here?!" he barked and jumped into the seat, turning the key and starting the engine with a loud Thrum, and the loud rumble of the motor was like music to his ears. "Hang on everyone, im sure we will be pulling out soon!" he called back to everyone and put his hand on the radio. "he bus is ready to go, were ready to move when you are!" he called into the CB that sat attached to the dash as he awaited the order to move, still having his handgun in his lap in case something got bad. "Last thing i need is to get a friendly embrace from a decaying flesh pile with teeth." he muttered under his breath

[.Merios]

Rodger listened to the CB and nodded to himself, sitting up in his seat and clutching the receiver in his hand. He depressed a small button on the side and spoke into it.

"Alright folks. Lets get the hell out of here."




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The convoy lurched forward and one after another, starting with the lead vehicle, the SUV, it began to roll it's way down a deserted, cracked and broken dirt road leading to nowhere in particular. The zombies slowly began to back off, after being knocked away by the participants of the vehicles. The bus's back doors were slammed shut and locked. Leaving behind a mass of dismembered, bloody, decaying and battered bodies, the convoy was easily reaching up to speeds of 30 miles per hour- they were booking it. The area around the convoy wasn't very hostile, but the world is so destructive that it wouldn't take much for a higher power to strike down the vehicles right now..[/color]

[SirSmokesAlot]

-Crackerjack looked at the girl that was speaking up, Jack walks stands up and walks towards her-

[.:|CrackerJack|:.] Hey im Jack, Nice to meet you, If you arent feeling good about any of this just go ahead and speak to me, Im just going to be sitting up front talking with the driver. Well whats your name?

-Crackerjack smiles letting his hand out for a handshake-[/b]

[Munz]

Tony, at first slightly annoyed by the enthusiasm of someone at the end of the world, began to feel grateful he wasn't alone and decided to join in on the conversation. If they were going to get through this horror and cooperate, they were going to have to at least know each other's names. Hell, they needed some distraction from what was going on. Walking up to the Crackerjack as he spoke to the girl, Tony introduced himself.
"Hey guys. name's Tony, i got on earlier today. I figured we might as well meet each other if we're gonna pull through, ya know?"

[SirSmokesAlot]

-Jack nods-

[.:|Crackerjack|:.] Well the name is Jack people call me crackerjack nice to meet you.

-Jack lets his hand out for a handshake-[/b]

[LTI]

Winston puffed on his cigarette, ironically not a Winston. He preferred Blacks, though they were often hard to find. He made them last as long as he could. At the moment, he actually had a large surplus of them. He cranked up the music, shouting something about Prada or Nada. He, unfortunately, had no one to talk to, seeing as how no one wanted to join him in the tanker. He just listened to music; some attributed his hint of insanity to this fact. He didn't mind it all too much, though some company every once in a while would be nice. Whatever, he told himself. If they don't want to chill with you, then they don't want to chill with you. Of course, there was more to it than being lonely. Security was a huge concern. What if the tanker was attacked by a gigantic spider? Two? What would Win do if he was attacked from both sides? He figured he was screwed if that happened. Rodger probably didn't know. If he did, he'd want that fixed ASAP. Win would tell Rodger about it at the next stop.

[Gabriel]

((Um... bakuyu, the bus IS moving, im the driver... lol))

Alex was driving, following the convoy as it went on, and he smiled as the people in the passengers in the back were talking. He wanted a conversation himself, but he had to concentrate on his driving for now. So he kept to himself as he drove the bus, and he looked around the barren terrain of the now desolate world. "So, sorry i havent introduced myself, Names Alexander, Alex for short. Ill be your driver today." he said with a laugh as he drove behind the convoy

[Munz]

Shaking "Crackerjack's" hand, Tony nodded at the bus driver and chuckled. "Name's Tony," He said. "Thanks a lot for helpin us out back there. We really owe you one."
He continued to converse with the others on the bus, ignoring the desperation for a smoke because now was not the time. Things felt good. For the first time in almost five years, things were good.

[Bakuyu]

Ryan sighed, as he ate the last gummy worm. He crumpled up the wrapper, and threw it in a small paper bag used for bagging groceries. He looked out the window, there was nothing... nothing but dirt and shrubs... for miles... was it like this everywhere?

He kept to himself, messing with his hair. He looked around for a sharp object, but he had traded his knfie for a crow bar a while back. Ryan leaned back, and looked into his bag. He shuffled somethings around, then zipped it back up. He then stood from his seat, and moved to the very back, organzing the food from earlier.

[Biohazardous.]

Nadine's head snapped down onto her chest, then shot back up. She looked around the VW with bleary eyes. She hadn't realised that the convoy started moving. She pulled her feet down off the dashboard and placed her sniper gun on the floor. She still listened to her music. She was tired and her throat was sore, and she was starving. I could use some food, she thought, placing a hand over her small stomach which growled loudly. Yeah. Some food... She flipped through another page in her Vogue.

[SirSmokesAlot]

-Crackerjack let his hand back and then put a Cigarette in his mouth but doesnt light it, Jack then he stands up and walks towards the front and sits down putting his Sawed off shotgun in his back holdster, Jack sits down and talks to the driver-

[.:|Crackerjack|:.] Where are we headed man?[/b]