(5.2) Heroes

Chapter 5, Part 2

A loud crunching sound reverberated through the bus as it came to a halt, wrapping itself around a lamp-post. As I stood from my new position three rows up from my seat, the sounds of the bus began to be drowned out by the sounds of people crying and moaning in pain.

A thunk issued from the front of the bus as the driver freed himself from his seat belt, his clothes and arms coated in blood. “Is everyone alright?” He asked standing up to see if there were any bodies that weren’t writhing in pain.

“Okay everyone,” he continued. “I need everyone who isn’t injured to help get everyone off the bus and onto the side of the road.” I started moving towards the back to see if there was anyone that I could help, figuring that I could do some good with my strength. I’d just picked up a unconcious woman when I heard the sound of shattering glass followed by the screams of the bus driver.

When I turned around, I saw the man fall beneath four men dressed in clothes that were in sorrier disrepair that the homeless man I’d seen earlier. That was when I saw several things that I’d never seen before.

First, I saw the men who’d pulled the driver out of the bus descend on him, tearing flesh, bone and limbs from under them. Then, I saw the Russian, the computer nerd, the quiet guy, the hobo and the guy in the tanktop run to the front of the bus in an attempt to pull the ravenous things off of the defenseless bus driver.

The nerd was first to the gaggle and therefore the first to get an un-noticing elbow to his jaw, sending him down hard. Silent guy did a flying tackle that would make most wrestlers proud into one of the creatures, wrapping his arms around it as they rolled. Tank-top on the other hand, managed to get one of them on the ground. I saw a glint of steel come off of his fist as he raised it before slugging the creature’s face, issuing a very noticeable crack of bone and scream of agony. The hobo skipped the subduing stage, brandishing two knives seemingly out of nowhere and aiming straight for the jugular.

That’s when the russian grabbed the door of the bus that was hanging from above him and proceeded to rip it from its hinges. Soon after, the creature that had knocked the nerd down received the flat end of the door from the Russian, sending him a good 10 feet away from the fray. Silent guy then came back, his arms dripping in what looked like blood and his body exuding the smell of burnt flesh, the corpse of the creature he’d attacked lay a few feet away, slowly dissolving.

When Nerd managed to get to his feet, he had a very small gun that could only be classified as “one step up from derringer” in his hands. He took a shooting stance, and then planted two bullets in the creature that’d so easily laid him out. The other “heroes”, startled by the sudden gunfire, quickly rolled away from their targets attempting to seek cover as Nerd continued, methodically putting two more bullets into each of the creatures.

Seconds later, when the bullet-riddled bodies stopped twitching, they all began to disintegrate. I then made my way to the Russian, still holding the woman. The driver was dead, most of his flesh and one of his limbs simply gone from his corpse.

I stood next the the Russian, looking down at the corpse. He was breathing heavily, and soon dropped the door almost absentmindedly.

“Wow,” I said to him. “That was so cool.”