(becase he is yet to post and has lost interest)

the truck turns suddenly and keeps barrelling down a ally, the ally has a dead end and a garage at the end. the truck keeps speeding and the doc is screaming "YE HA" the truck hits the door goes through and smashes into the room.

Spencer heard the cans and immidietly walked towards it with Steph. She was prepared to shoot a zombie's ass. Spencer noticed that it was just Steph's friend. She sighed in relief smiling at the girl and waiving. "Hello there. I'm Spencer. And yeah you can have some shut eye, we will be up to take watch." It wasn't that easy to sleep in days like this, but it was needed. Spencer smiled at the girl and left the friends to chat as she would go sit down with a chocolate bar on her hand.

David's eyes opened fast. His Heart raced. David's first thoughts after waking up was "I am Alive". David got up off his bed with what strength he could conjure up. He then gave himself a moment to Think. "where am I?" He thought "Think... I... I am David Stevens". His Head started to ache, "I was in the army and I-". At that moment, He felt dizzy and quickly fell back onto his bed. After a few moments of confusion, his head ache and dizziness subside. David pulled himself back up and decided to assess the room. The room had 2 Doors to it. One door, presumably the entrance, was battered to hell. This was odd as the rest of the room is actually in good condition. The other door was new and in good condition. There was a window next to his bed. David wanted to see if he could guess where he was. He opened his curtains. he saw he was around 3 floors high, but he also saw a man, covered in blood and armless, run down the road towards a corpse. David's thoughts started to race "What is this? What Happened?". David paused then went on to thinking "How long have I been out?". David then decided to take action and move towards the Newer Door. He then opened the door with extreme caution, his heart raced and he backed up as it opened fully. It was a Closet to David's relief. Inside the closet was a pair of worn Jeans, a new Black Hoodie, a plain white T-shirt, tattered Socks and a pair of muddy White Trainers as well as a brown backpack. David, who was previously in just his boxers and vest, decided to put on the clothes and backpack. They was a perfect fit. David then noticed that the backpack had some weight to it. he took it off and opened the top zip. Inside was 2 Bottles of water and 3 cans of tinned soup. he then zipped the top half back up and checked the Front pouch. inside there was a silencer for a 9mm Colt. Pistol as well as 2 clips of ammo, both filled fully. he then noticed a small piece of paper that, after closer examination, was a picture. he took the picture out the bag and on it was the picture of a lady. the lady had Pink hair (presumably Dyed), green Eyes and a tanned complexion. David then thought "I know her". His heart rate slowed, the picture made him feel safe.

After a few seconds of gazing at the picture, David's thinks "I need to find her, I need to find out what's going on". He gets up and randomly remembers "Dallus..." and he looks towards a cheap painting on the wall. After walking over to it, the painting obviously had more to it. David then removed the picture to reveal a small compartment which inside, held a 9mm Colt. Pistol with the word 'Dallus' Cut into it with a sort of knife. David takes the gun out of the compartment and unloads the gun to check it's clip. "Full" he thought and he reloaded and cocked the gun. he then made his way to a cabinet that was next to the Closet. As David started opening draws he noticed that there was nothing inside the cabinet. David then went on to search the other cabinet on the other side of the window. It was empty too. David thought "is this a game? Or some sick joke?". After a few seconds, David thought it would be best if he left and started his search for this lady.

As David approached the entrance a man slammed his entire body into it, covering it in blood. the man screamed and kept punching the door. David took in a deep breathe and readied his gun. He then unlocked the door and jumped back. The man came barrelling through the door and landed on the ground. David used this opportunity to steady his aim. The man attempted to get up but it was too late. David pulled the trigger and the man's head exploded like it was filled with petrol. The mans blood and brains was splattered onto the floor and David's shoes and jeans. David sighed. He snuck out the door and into the hallway. He then ran down the hallway in haste and turned left. As he saw an emergency escape, multiple cries of insanity and bloodlust could be heard from behind. Without any hesitation, David ran through the emergency exit.

As Kang was driving, he saw a bus swerve into an alleyway. he sped up, and slowed into the alleyway. He saw that a garage door had a huge hole in it, and a bus lying sideways on the ground of the garage. He stopped his car next to the garage door and hopped out. He walked over to the bus and busted the door open. He saw a man sitting in the driver's seat. "Hey, you alright?" he asked.

(( gtg be back tomorrow ))

Charles had crashed the bus, and it was now lying sideways. Jim was conscious, but he couldn't move, couldn't feel a thing. It might be the shock of the crash, but he had to get out of there before the Charles got crazy ideas. He heard a man talk, a different voice than the driver's.

"Hey! Over here! Help!" Jim tried his best to yell.

Charles lay in the drivers cabin, he was concious and could move his leg, he dragged himself over the counter and crawled out the bus.

Kang saw a man crawl off the bus. He wasn't a zombie, that's for sure. He also saw a man in the driver's seat, concious, as well. He picked up the crawling man, and with a great struggle, picked up the other man. It was difficult, but he was able to get the two to his truck. he layed down the driver in the backseat, and put the crawling one in the front. "Either of you mind telling me how you crashed a bus into a garage?" he asked.

"please help me, he stole my bus and was going to abandon me in the countryside with no food or anything, we have got to kill him or drag him away." it was half the truth

"Hey, did you save me? Thank you." Jim told the man whom asked the questions. "This man is insane. He tried to kill the woman in my group and chased us to a building we were securing. When we saved his life, he pulled a knife on us so we decided to take him far away from the building. I let him drive because I couldnt drive and keep track of him. Then he drove in a wall or something. I sure as hell am not the one who drove the bus in a wall. "

"i fought for my country son, and this is how you repay my post traumatic stress. i scuffed an explosion when this all started. and you never knew her. she shot at me and i manèged to suppress her. then your god complex kicks in and you see some action and assume the man is the evil one. so just look at the person your saving and tell me if she looks sane to you." he looks the the man "join me and fight the good fight, or join him and kill anyone who doesn't look like you. if you have ever fought a war you will understand how hard it is to stand back and watch the deaths of innocents. just take my word on this..... im the good guy looking for redemption for all the bad ive done, nothing more nothing less."

"I don't give a fuck what you were. Say what you want, but Steph didn't pull a knife on me when I saved her life, you miserable madman, and I'm sure she wouldn't have driven a bus to a wall. What does that say about you?" Jim said. "The old world is gone, and nothing you did then matters now, and last I checked, you tried to kill the people who came to your rescue."
Jim turned to the stranger. "He'll do it. I have his gun right here, take it before he has a chance to."

"friend, ive seen so much in this world. ive been shot and ive shot. i fought for my country to be told all my efforts are for nothing. i never tried to kill you, you tied me up and said the women could kill me. ive met so man people and all ive met have seen the man cursed by the horrors of war and zombies blood. leave me if you want but i could be the best member of your team ever," he looks back at the stranger "now have a man who wants to torture and kill you for supplies or a ex luminescent in the British army who will have your back. now if you may i would like my M9, its the only reference to England ive got left."

"Again, I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOU DID BEFORE ALL THIS SHIT. I dove to a swarm of zombies to save your skin, carried you ten floors to safety. I tied you up because I wasn't sure you wouldn't try to kill us, and I was right in my decision. I stopped the girl from shooting your fucking face. I bargained to take you far away because they wanted to kill you. How do you repay me? I've saved your life thrice, and all you do is try to screw me over. Do not call me friend. If you weren't completely insane, can you explain why your little genius mind crashed the fucking bus, then?"

"IVE GOT ZOMBIE DNA IN ME! IVE LOST EVERYONE IVE EVER KNOW OR LOVED. I FOUGHT OFF A SWARM OF ZOMBIES WITH MY SQUAD WHILE POLATITIONS GOT TO BUNKERS. so if im not the perfect definition of sanity or look like im dying or will kill you. its because i only live to avenge my son and redeem myself. now if you see me as a evil man so be it, but-know that im just surviving to save everyone else."

"Do I look like I care? Boo fuckin hoo, man. You're not the only one that's having a hard time. Everyone's got their problems. I'm not about to solve yours. My point is, you do not try to kill the man who saved your fucking life. Thrice. I won't care what your story is, what I care about is our survival. Did you hear that? OUR? I saved you when you meant nothing to me. I've gone out on three fucking limbs for you. All you do is try and stick a knife in my back. Now if you want to fucking prove yourself that you're a good guy, you will shut your fucking mouth from your lies, alright? I am terribly, terribly sick of you. This is the first time someone made me regret saving his life. " Jim said.

The man was saying nonsense, trying to make his case, but it didn't really matter to the situation. What's past is past, and what's in the present are zombies coming towards the noise the idiot made when he crashed the bus.

"look, i can show you something, but you've got to trust me. if some zombies come i can stop them alone.... just trust me."

"Fine. But even if you saved us now, I'm not sure if I can trust you that easily after this. " Jim said.