Father Fen-Chang noticed two people in the fields that stood out to him. They stood out as not being zombies because one was limping and the other was helping him walk. That didn't strike him as zombie behavior. He stood up and pointed out his window. "I think those two people are still alive. We need to stop and pick them up."
The bus driver curved over to the right in the direction of the survivors. About 15 yards away were some approaching undead. As soon as the bus stopped, Father Mucker jumped off holding a tire iron. Father Fen-Chang helped the two survivors onto the bus. Father Mucker muttered a prayer. "Lord Jesus, help me." With his southern accent, 'Lord Jesus' sounded like 'Lowered Juh-hee-zuss-uh'. He swung the tire iron and caught a zombie in the eye socket. This motion caused the left side of the zombie's skull to rip off, exposing the liquefied brain which oozed out. The former human being hit the grass like a ton of bricks.
Seeing that everyone was safely aboard, Father Mucker turned to get back on the bus. One of the other zombies grabbed his cassock. With a quick motion, he sunk the tire iron into the top of the zombie's skull. "May your soul rest eternally with God."
When the bus started going again, it was time to assess the condition of the newcomers. Father Fen-Chang asked the non-bleeding man his name.
"My name is Liam Moor. I am the lab assistant for Darion Morris here. He's the scientist that was working on that whole smell of fear thing at Xi' an. I'm just a pair of hands really. There was some kind of explosion and Darion here got some shrapnel in him. Nothing fatal or mortal or nothing. But his leg is hurt so I've been helping him around. We managed to find a breach in the wall, that wasn't crawling with zombies and we got out. I really have no idea where we were going, but y'all showed on up so it's all good."
Darion opened his eyes. Father Fen-Chang tried to give him some water. There was a first-aid kit and Liam had enough medical training to know how to suture Darion's wounds. After having eaten some of the rations on the bus, he seemed to have gained some strength.
The bus drove on through the night. The next day, survivors on the bus took shifts driving on their way to a safe haven in Tibet they heard about on the radio. Liam wasn't so sure traveling the Himilayas was a good idea. "Them bollocks are a biznitch!"
The bus driver curved over to the right in the direction of the survivors. About 15 yards away were some approaching undead. As soon as the bus stopped, Father Mucker jumped off holding a tire iron. Father Fen-Chang helped the two survivors onto the bus. Father Mucker muttered a prayer. "Lord Jesus, help me." With his southern accent, 'Lord Jesus' sounded like 'Lowered Juh-hee-zuss-uh'. He swung the tire iron and caught a zombie in the eye socket. This motion caused the left side of the zombie's skull to rip off, exposing the liquefied brain which oozed out. The former human being hit the grass like a ton of bricks.
Seeing that everyone was safely aboard, Father Mucker turned to get back on the bus. One of the other zombies grabbed his cassock. With a quick motion, he sunk the tire iron into the top of the zombie's skull. "May your soul rest eternally with God."
When the bus started going again, it was time to assess the condition of the newcomers. Father Fen-Chang asked the non-bleeding man his name.
"My name is Liam Moor. I am the lab assistant for Darion Morris here. He's the scientist that was working on that whole smell of fear thing at Xi' an. I'm just a pair of hands really. There was some kind of explosion and Darion here got some shrapnel in him. Nothing fatal or mortal or nothing. But his leg is hurt so I've been helping him around. We managed to find a breach in the wall, that wasn't crawling with zombies and we got out. I really have no idea where we were going, but y'all showed on up so it's all good."
Darion opened his eyes. Father Fen-Chang tried to give him some water. There was a first-aid kit and Liam had enough medical training to know how to suture Darion's wounds. After having eaten some of the rations on the bus, he seemed to have gained some strength.
The bus drove on through the night. The next day, survivors on the bus took shifts driving on their way to a safe haven in Tibet they heard about on the radio. Liam wasn't so sure traveling the Himilayas was a good idea. "Them bollocks are a biznitch!"
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