Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-38665088-20190322112527

The bus rolled into a small, rural town.

"Alright everyone, this is where we will wait."

Many of the curious survivors peaked around to try and see where they were. It wasn't a familar place.

One asks, "Is this Bloxcoast?"

The bus was filled of "No's."

The driver hit the breaks, sliding into a collapsed part of the asphalt road, into a broken sewage pipe.

The window cracked, water would run in.

Everyone grabbed their weapons and ran. The bus driver was ejected into the glass and windshield, his neck slit by the glass and bled out, his lifeless body in his final resting place.

The survivors looked around. This small town was used as a temporary hold out area for the military. Maybe even a evac-point.

The tinpot noob looked around, leading the group. "They tried to hold off this place?"

Everyone nodded. "Well fuck, jesus thats surpising, a small town can even be over-ran."

They stepped onto the cement, searching for supplies and over-all a rescue to save them.

A barrage of groans echoed closer.

'Then... It happened...'

A flood of infected humans ran at the survivors. They aimed their weapons. 

They pulled down on the trigger, ready to mass murder more infected.

=To be continued...= 