Lucy's P.O.V.

I quickly shake Jack and Zack awake and tell them what's going on. Then I turn and watch nervously as Alex talks to Flyzik over the radio, an anxious look on his face.

"Well they have a bunch of the leftover guns with them I think." Alex's voice trails off a bit. "Are we going to have to shoot at them?" He asks almost timidly.

Flyzik takes a moment to respond. "We may have to."

I study Alex's face and notice him gulp, he may be fine with killing zombies, but he doesn't seem to like the idea of killing a living person. I don't think any of us do; I certainly don't.

Alex takes a deep breath and regains his composure. "Well, peek out one of the windows and see if you can tell what they're doing." he says, still keeping his voice down.

About thirty seconds after he says this, the light from the street lamp outside is suddenly gone.

"Shit, they're keeping us in the dark. These guys are smart." Matt's voice crackles through the speaker.

We sit in silence for a moment trying to figure out what to do, while also listening for signs of movement outside, only there are none.

"They're quiet too." Jack mumbles from the couch as he chances a peek through the blinds.

"Can you see anything at all?" Alex asks into the radio.

"Hardly, I can just make out the bus. But I don't see them anywhere. How about you?" Flyzik says.

Alex shakes his head but then realizes Flyzik can't see the gesture. "Nah, nothing. We have to-"

He's suddenly cut off when there is the sound of gun fire, followed by several bullets piercing through the bus walls and windows, causing them to crack, but not completely crumble. Then there is an agonizing cry of pain.

I turn to see Jack staring down dumb-struck at his shoulder, handing hovering over the wound as the blood starts to gush. Fortunately, it seems that the bullet only grazed him and isn't lodged in his arm, but it's still bleeding profusely which can be equally as bad.

"Guys? Guys are you okay?! What's going on?" Flyzik shouts through the radio.

"Do something! Grab a gun or something, I have to help Jack!" I shout at Alex, shaking him from a daze.

I dash over to Jack and rip my jacket off, pressing it to his shoulder.

"AHH FUCK!" Jack shouts, squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth.

"Zack, keep pressure on that. I have to find towels and a first aid. He's gonna need stitches." I explain as calmly as possible to muscled man.

"Right." he says, his eyes focusing on his wounded friend.

I hear Alex shouting into the radio and another flurry of bullets start hitting the bus as I run down the bunk walkway. I go to where we stashed the majority of the first aid stuff and grab everything I think I might need; alcohol, gauze, antibacterial ointment, and thankfully one of the kits have a medical needle and thread. I start to realize that all this gunfire is probably going to attract whatever zombies might be in the area and I start to panic. We're going to have to resolve this quick if we want to get out of here before the corpses start showing up.

I put everything in a bag and as I'm about to run back into the lounge, I'm suddenly yanked back and then I feel the cold metal of a blade pressed against my throat.

"Where do you think you're going?" says the deep, gravelly voice of Sam as the hail of bullets finally stop. I feel his other arm lock around my torso to anchor me to him, preventing me from escaping. As if I would have a chance against him anyway, he's huge.

"Now call to one of your friends and get them to come out here, would you?" Sam whispers into my ear, giving me unpleasant chills.

He takes the knife far enough away so I can speak. "Alex? C-could you come here for a sec, please?" I call, trying to keep a bit of panic in my voice. "Zack you stay there and keep pressure on Jack's shoulder."

I hear Alex storm down the hall. "Lucy what the h-" He takes in the situation and I see his eyes go wide, and then narrow in anger. "Let her go you bastard." he snarls through his teeth.

"Not until you and whoever else is in here get the hell off this bus. We're taking it." Sam counters coldly. "Maybe even then I won't let her go, it'd be a shame to let such a pretty little thing like her go, don't you think?" He asks, and then I feel his lips at my neck and his arm tightens around my chest.

"You son of a bitch." Alex's lip curls and his hand turn into fists. "Zack?" He calls, a considerable amount of restraint in his voice. "Grab Jack, we have to leave."

"What?! I really don't think I should move him. Plus we might get shot!" comes Zack's confused voice.

"Just do it." Alex replies in a steely tone.

There's a shuffling noise followed by gasps and groans of pain, and then Zack emerges with Jack leaning heavily on his shoulder, his breathing fast and shaky. They immediately take in the sight in front of them.

"Oh suck it up you pussy, I've taken much worse than that." Sam says, apparently aiming his words at Jack, whose face crumples in anger.

I feel Sam's arm around my chest loosen slightly and I try to free myself. "Oh no you don't." His arm tightens against me even more than before and the knife is pressed closer to my throat. "I'm not done with you yet. Now, you three, go."

Zack and Jack start to walk forward but Alex stops them. "Are your guys going to shoot at us?" Alex asks cautiously.

Sam lets out a low chuckle. "Only if you try anything funny. Now go."

Alex still doesn't move. "Are you going to let her go if we do?"

Sam suddenly grabs my hair and pulls my head back, knife still pressed against my skin. "Let's put it this way," he starts. "I'll slit her throat if you don't."

Alex looks at me worriedly, then starts to walk towards the door, followed by the other two. Sam pushes us forward to the door, and unfortunately I have to grab onto him from behind to keep myself from falling forward down the steps.

"Whoa, watch tour step there, don't wanna ruin that pretty neck of yours just yet, do we?" Sam says, moving my hair away from my neck to lightly run his fingers over my skin.

"Go fuck yourself." I grumble, stepping off the bus and feeling the frigid air already permeating my clothes.

Suddenly, the street lamp flickers back on and I see everyone standing in front of the store, Bobby and Dean pointing their guns at our group, who are bunched together. None of them have guns so I'm guessing that our new friends somehow managed to swipe them all. Alex is shooting Sam a glare that could kill, looking like he's about to rush at the tall man. I catch his eye and give him a subtle head shake, silently telling him to keep his cool.

He tears his eyes from mine and I guess that he makes eye contact with Sam. "Ok, we're off the fucking bus. Now let her go."

I feel Sam shift from foot to foot. "Hmm, I don't know if I want to." He presses his body even closer to mine and I can't help but arch my back away from him.

Alex takes a daring step forward, eyes blazing, causing Sam to whip out a pistol from the back of his pants and point it at Alex. "You said you'd let her go!" he shouts.

"I never said for sure that I would, now did I?" Sam says arrogantly.

Bobby scoffs at his words. "Sam quit being a jackass and let her go. We need to leave."

Sam lets out a resigned sigh. "Fine." comes his short reply.

All I can think is that we cannot, under any circumstance, let them get away with this bus. So when I feel the knife leave my throat, I bring my elbow back as hard as I can into Sam's stomach. I hear him gasp for air as the breathe leaves his lungs from the blow. Before he gets a chance to recover, I kick my foot back and make contact with his knee. There is a muffled, yet satisfying crack noise and Sam crumples to the ground with a cry of agony. That's when I make my escape.

"SAM!" Dean shouts, then he looks at me with deadly malice. "Oh, you're gonna die bitch." he growls, pointing his gun at me.

That's when the group finally make their move. Zack, Jeff, and Colussy swarm Dean and push him to the ground before he can take the shot. While all this is happening, Vinny, Rian, and Danny get the upper-hand on Bobby. Alex and I make eye contact again and he gives me the faintest of smiles.

After about ten seconds however, I hear a low, dark chuckle come from Dean's direction. He's pinned down but suddenly Colussy stumbles back, which confuses me until I see the knife protruding from his chest. That's also when I start to hear that all familiar groaning and wheezing, meaning the dead had made their arrival.

Notes

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