"Matt, he needs some kind of medication. At the very least, we have to try and find a pharmacy. Most of the riots have stopped, we can do this, you know we can."


Matt Flyzik wasn't the manager of a band anymore. The music business died out quickly, no one was brave enough to leave their homes for shows. Honestly, he couldn't remember the last time he even heard Alex sing. Life had gone to shit for everyone in the world. When things got bad, the band and crew realized there would be no way for them to make it back home. Had they even tried to take their bus across state lines, they would have been blown to bits. So, instead, Matt did the only thing he could think he. He forced them to park the bus at a junkyard in a shit hole of a town. They raided homes for food and water, making their supply last for as long as they could, but everything was running low.


To make matters worse, Danny and Evan left the bus without permission and managed to catch the sickness that had been floating around. At first, there was hope they would make a quick recovery, but as time passed, the men soon realized their friends weren't okay. Danny flipped shit and locked himself in an old van in the junkyard. Sometimes at night, when Alex was up late, he would catch a glimpse of the man pacing back and forth by the bus, tugging at his hair and making ungodly noises that put pure fear in Alex's veins. As for Evan, his instanity matched Danny's, but he'd been throwing up blood too often to really lose it the way Evan had.


No one had any idea what to do to help them. If they attempted to bring Danny inside, he attempted to attack them. If they tried to wipe Evan's mouth clean, he tried to bite them. They were losing hope fast.


"Rian, you know we can't do that," Matt groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We don't know how they got sick. We can't risk losing everyone."


As a stare down began between the two, Jack Barakat took it upon himself to leave the area before things got too ugly. His feet carried him to the front of the bus, where he gazed blankly out at the junk cars in front of him. But out of the corner of his eye, he saw something that made his stomach flip. Danny was on the ground, spazzing out in such a fashion that his bones were probably breaking.


"G-Guys," Jack whispered, his body going numb. "There's something wrong with Danny."


"No shit," Matt snorted, turning away Rian.


"No, I'm serious. He's- He's-"


"Evan!"


With a lump in his throat, Jack backed away from the window and took off to the bunks, where Zack was trying to hold Evan down as Ian held a cold cloth to his face. Unlike with Danny, Jack could see things clearly with Evan. His eyes were rolling back in his head, and with the mixture of the blood a white foam was leaking from his lips. His friends were dying and there wasn't a fucking thing he could do about it.


"Evan?" Ian called, smacking his friend in the face slightly. The seizure had stopped. "Don't do this to me, man. Wake the fuck up!"


But he didn't move. The band and crew slowly backed off, taking a moment to mourn the loss of their friend, however it didn't last long. In two seconds time, a loud bang came from the door. Growling was heard from the other side. Something was trying to get in. Matt pushed past Jack and Alex and made his way to the window. From here, he could see Danny clawing at the door, only he didn't look like himself. He looked... Dead, disgusting, morbid. Matt dropped the blinds and backed away from the window, his face going pale.


"Get away from Evan," he whispered, knowing that all eyes were locked on him. "I said get the fuck away!"


Everyone piled into the lounge that Matt was standing in. Their breath was falling heavily, panic feeling their guts. They didn't know what Matt had seen, all they knew was that it had something to do with Danny.


"Oh shit," Vinny backed up so quickly his body fell into the wall. "Fuck!"


Evan was awake. He was alive. He looked just as morbid as Danny did. The man slowly pulled himself off of the bed, twitching as he managed to make himself stand up. As he revealed his face, the other men in the bus cringed, fear keeping their feet planted in face. Evan looked at them, tilting his head to the side as he slowly started walking towards them. The rest of the men backed off, all of them but Ian, who was locked in place. Evan growled darkly, dragging one foot behind him as his eyes locked on Ian. In one short moment, he slow moving body sprung forward, taking Ian to the ground.


He was stuck. He couldn't wiggle out of Evan's grasp, nor could he fight the sick man off. A loud scream echoed through the bus as Ian tried to push Evan's face away from his own, but failed, the pain of Evan's teeth tugging at his neck making tears slip out of his eyes. The rest of the band watched in shock and fear as Evan ripped the skin away, blood squirting all over the place as chunks of Ian's skin dangled from Evan's lips. There was nothing they could do now.. Ian was dead. By the time Zack found the courage to kick Evan in the head to get him off of Ian, there was nothing left of the mans neck but bone.


With this, Evan tried to lunge at Zack, but Zack caught him by the cheek. Squeezing as hard as he could, he turned to hsi friends, his eyes begging for help. Something seemed to click in Vinny's head and he darted to the door, motioning Zack over with Evan before he attempted to open it, for fear that Danny would get in.


Zack tossed Evan's body out of the door, making him crash into the other sick man which sent them both reeling back. Slamming the door quickly, Vinny glanced toward Ian, his heart breaking for the loss of another friend.


"What the fuck just happened?!"


All eyes turned to Alex Grieco, who was on the floor sobbing as he clung to Ian's body. No one knew what to say. What the fuck did just happen? How do you explain that your sick friend just ate your healthy friend? It didn't make any sense. Shit like this only happened in the movies - It wasn't real!


"We have to do something with his body," Jeff averted his gaze, wiping a single tear from his own eye. "We can't just leave him here like this."


"Well we can't fucking go out there and bury him, either!" Colussy groaned, pounding his fists into the wall. "They're still trying to get in. What the fuck are we going to do?"


"We have to drop him," Matt whispered softly, not even bothering to hide his tears. "There's nothing more we can do. He's dead."


The group hung their heads heavy. Everyone knew that Matt was right, but no one felt comfortable tossing their dead friend out as scraps. Still, something had to be done. With this, Colussy took advantage of his foggy mind. He scooped Ian up in his arms and started towards the door, turning around only long enough to look at Zack.


"If they come after me, I need you to get them off," he commented in a husky voice. "I don't care what you use, just keep them away from me."


Zack nodded, rubbing the back of his neck as he picked up his guitar, slowly dragging his feet over to the door. This wasn't okay. He wanted no part in this, but he had no other choice. He couldn't risk losing another friend, not like this.


Colussy popped open the door, and just as expected, Danny and Evan came after him. He stumbled backwards at first, allowing Zack to knock Danny in the head hard enough to hear his skull crunch. The man fell back, an angry howl leaving his lips. Evan took advantage of this and came after Zack, only to earn himself an equally as hard blow. When they were both on the ground fighting to get back up, Colussy stepped off the bus and knelt down, so close to dropping Ian's body on the ground.


But that's when it happened.


Ian's eyes popped open, his fingers clawing at Colussy's face. The man jumped back as quickly as he could, but Ian was faster. His teeth dug into Colussy's arm, taking out a large chunk of flesh as blood dripped down his mouth. Screaming in pain, Colussy hurried back on the bus, nearly passing out on the floor the moment the door shut.


"Go," he cried, holding tight to his arm. "Fucking drive the bus!"

Notes

Yeah. That just happened.