Novel & Cerita Apocalypse Bus

Snappy with the man ushering me in here and I wrench myself out of his grip and throw myself into a window seat childishly, carrying my shoes. The bus is a small transport that seats twelve people. Long and low with pairs of comfortable leather seats on each side of the aisle and tinted windows. Like the limousine of buses. The driver looks hired, so I know to be hush-hush about what went down and I sulk like a child, crossing my arms over my chest and stare out into the dark street, tapping my bare feet against the leg as my heels nestle in my lap where I just dropped them. Alexi shows up minutes after me looking devoid of any sort of regret, and like an automatic trigger for my wrath, my t

She murmured. Aaron had arranged the tour bus and driver. She had not even known such a service existed, but, as she stepped up into the bus, she could see it was popular – the carpet and upholstery showed a lot of wear and there was a faint smell to it, beneath the shampoo the company had used to clean the fabrics, that was reminiscent of a teenage boy’s bedroom – old gym socks, body odour, and cheap aftershave spray.

“Oh well. Hey, you got whatever stuff you need? Because Miles is one hundred percent not kidding about being on the bus at 3:05.” “Oh crap,” I whispered, and ran out of the penthouse as fast as I could. I made it out to the bus with five minutes to spare. It was waiting outside the main circular drive in front of the hotel. The exterior was black, with ‘BIGGER’ in huge white letters on the side – plus a graphic of the .44 Magnum Smith and Wesson from their first album, only now it was about twenty feet long. Subtle.

Angel gathered a handful of her friends into a hugging circle before taking her seat; Malcolm watched wide-eyed as the younger ones tumbled inside. Nathan performed a quick headcount. “Fifteen seats, fifteen passengers, perfect.” Mia swung onto the jump seat behind Jason, securing the door. Aurora gave one last reassuring hug to Angel, then sat beside Malcolm. Jason closed the door and eased the bus back onto the road. The tyres rolled past the bakery first. Through the window, the baker waved vigorously bread baskets stowed for delivery, flour dust still on his apron. The bus came to a smooth stop; Jason honked lightly.

Please let me into the bunker… I don't want to die with pigs…] I didn't reply to a single message. Not until the fifth day after the apocalypse, when the bunker's alarm system suddenly went off. I pulled up the exterior surveillance feed and was greeted with a scene so absurd it was almost comical. Stanley, Daisy, and Denise had wrapped themselves head to toe in soaked bedsheets, like three shambling mummies, and were creeping toward the disguised entrance of my bunker. They had risked their lives to find it. Stanley pounded the scorching metal door with all his strength, his voice hoarse as he screamed, "Amelia! Open the door! We know you're in there! Open up!"

The pain of being dismembered was so precise, so unbearable, he could still feel it now. This was not a dream. Holding his head, he replayed the fifteen days of the apocalypse in his mind. They were too concrete, down to every second—especially the last moments. There was only one possibility. "I… I've been reborn." He fumbled for his phone. The date on the screen read March 1. The apocalypse had happened on June 1—he remembered it exactly because he had planned to take his son to an amusement park that day. They'd just stepped outside when the hail began; one ball hit him and the pain had made him question his life.

It was a brute force, mechanical bullet designed to survive the apocalypse. "Board!" Lucian commanded. Silas and the ghost operatives loaded the children into the reinforced carriage. Zara stepped in right behind them, but before she could turn, Lucian grabbed her hips, physically lifting her flawlessly over the gap and setting her down inside the armored cabin. He stepped in behind her, his massive frame completely filling the doorway before hitting the heavy manual release lever. The thick steel doors slammed shut with a deafening, absolute finality. Silas engaged the mechanical throttle in the front of the car. The heavy transit train lurched forward, violently accelerating into the pitch

"But Dad is overreacting. He sent three security cars to follow a school bus." Alex pointed out the rear window. Three black SUVs from Sterling Security were tailing them closely. "I feel safe," Aurora hugged her teddy bear. But her eyes were darting around nervously. "But... the bad static is back. In my head." "Static?" Alex frowned. He checked his signal meter. Suddenly, the signal bars dropped to zero. Then, the bus lights flickered and died. The engine groaned and shut off completely. The bus coasted to a halt in the middle of the dark tunnel.

I was pretty sure he would’ve walked right up and examined every inch of the thing like a museum curator inspecting a newly unearthed artifact if I hadn’t grabbed his sleeve and yanked him back. “What is this metal construction?” he demanded, eyes wide. “There are humans inside? Is it a public carriage? Is it alive? What’s it called? A car? A taxi? Answer me, goddammit!” I sighed and rubbed my brow as the relentless assault of questions continued, the Lord-knows-how-old demon poking me like an overexcited preschooler. “It’s called a bus,” I said flatly. “And get in before it leaves.” “The mighty oracle finally answers,” he grumbled, stepping onto the bus and then promptly freezing, unsure wh

A small green dot floated around, similar to a snowflake. Yanlong's heart chilled. A cold shiver ran through her back. Apocalypse is here a whole eight hours early. How much could this butterfly change? one can only guess. Worse, she was trapped in a bathroom with shower running. She lost her consciousness even as she thought 'I have to sit down'. A thud sounded from the bathroom. The shower is still running. One green snowflake turned to two, two turned to four, soon, It is like a green snow storm out there. Only, not a single person is awake to witness it.