We reached the school bus, wheezing and panting. But the driver was nowhere to be seen. There was no time to waste. I could already see the hoards of zombies crawling out of the domes exit.

The boy got onto the driver's seat while I jumped into the passengers. In seconds we were off.

We did it. We got away.

I was finally able to relax. We were going home; to safety. Away from this nightmare. And I felt grateful to my savior whose name I didn't know.

"What's your name?" I asked him.

"Ugrh"

The sound of the whirring engine made it hard to hear him. So I leaned in closer to him.

"What was it again?"

"Guh...urrhh...aargghhhaaaa!"

The boy suddenly let go of the steering wheel and grabbed me. His nails bit into my arms as his hold got tighter. The feral look in his eyes could only be matched to that of those...things.

He got infected too...

My scream echoed through the bus as he bit into my shoulder, tearing chunks of flesh off. Pain shot through my body and thick blood oozed out of the exposed flesh.

Abruptly, the unguided bus veered off the road and plunged into the lake.

Not paying heed to it, the zombie continued gnawing on me.

This is it...this is the end.

I closed my eyes and embraced death.