The bus slowly made its way toward the safe haven in Tibet. Now there were fourteen people aboard. The bus driver, Eddie Chong was resting in the back. Father Mucker was doing the driving for now. Father Fen-Chang was keeping him company.
When Father Mucker failed to avoid a rather large fallen tree branch, Father Fen-Chang was surprised. "Hey man, us Asians have a stereotype that you Americans are supposed to be, like these amazing drivers or something. What's up?"
Moe Mucker retorted with, "I thought it was the other way around. I thought us Americans have a stereotype that you Asians are supposed to be bad drivers."
"Well, I don't know about me, but you are certainly not living up to your stereotype."
"I guess you can't believe everything people say. I'm willing to bet that you don't even like fried chicken."
Father Fen-Chang looked at his feet. "Alright. You got me on that one."
The other passengers on the bus were from all over the place. Most of them had been tourists when the outbreak erupted. That group consisted of Miriam Divan, sisters Ravensong and Sythrain Smith, Shirah Couch, Clark Lutes, Julianne Davenport and Beau Ottoman. Their tour guide was Ling-Yu Fu. There was a scientist from Japan named, Kojira DeSoto. The two newest arrivals were an American scientist, Darion Morris, and his assistant, Liam Moor.
Darion had sustained some injuries when escaping Xi' an and Julianne who had studied nursing was tending to him. When he awoke, she asked him how he was feeling.
When Father Mucker failed to avoid a rather large fallen tree branch, Father Fen-Chang was surprised. "Hey man, us Asians have a stereotype that you Americans are supposed to be, like these amazing drivers or something. What's up?"
Moe Mucker retorted with, "I thought it was the other way around. I thought us Americans have a stereotype that you Asians are supposed to be bad drivers."
"Well, I don't know about me, but you are certainly not living up to your stereotype."
"I guess you can't believe everything people say. I'm willing to bet that you don't even like fried chicken."
Father Fen-Chang looked at his feet. "Alright. You got me on that one."
The other passengers on the bus were from all over the place. Most of them had been tourists when the outbreak erupted. That group consisted of Miriam Divan, sisters Ravensong and Sythrain Smith, Shirah Couch, Clark Lutes, Julianne Davenport and Beau Ottoman. Their tour guide was Ling-Yu Fu. There was a scientist from Japan named, Kojira DeSoto. The two newest arrivals were an American scientist, Darion Morris, and his assistant, Liam Moor.
Darion had sustained some injuries when escaping Xi' an and Julianne who had studied nursing was tending to him. When he awoke, she asked him how he was feeling.
"I'm hurting in places I'd need three mirrors to see," he managed to weakly say.
The group was deep into the Himilayas at this point. Ling-Yu knew the way to Tibet, but the path was a treacherous one. It didn't help that there were many zombies milling about, despite the remote location and the bitter cold.
They were less than one hundred miles from their destination when disaster struck. Father Mucker's less-than-perfect brand of driving finally took its toll and the bus ran over a large rock. The rock just happened to scrape a rather large hole into the gas tank. Not good. They only got a little bit farther before the bus inevitably ran out of gas.
They had plenty left on board, but someone had to patch up the hole in the tank first and the zombies were closing in quick. They were safe as long as they remained on board, but eventually, their food and water would run out. Something had to be done.
The group was deep into the Himilayas at this point. Ling-Yu knew the way to Tibet, but the path was a treacherous one. It didn't help that there were many zombies milling about, despite the remote location and the bitter cold.
They were less than one hundred miles from their destination when disaster struck. Father Mucker's less-than-perfect brand of driving finally took its toll and the bus ran over a large rock. The rock just happened to scrape a rather large hole into the gas tank. Not good. They only got a little bit farther before the bus inevitably ran out of gas.
They had plenty left on board, but someone had to patch up the hole in the tank first and the zombies were closing in quick. They were safe as long as they remained on board, but eventually, their food and water would run out. Something had to be done.
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