Yami crouched on top of the bus, his combat knife gripped tightly in his hands. Everything was happening quickly, and that's exactly how he liked it. The rope he had discovered earlier was still hanging from the top of the ceiling, trailing directly onto the bus's ceiling as each of his class mates swung down and scrambled inside of the bus. "We need to get going..." He muttered, standing up and rolling his shoulders. Zombies punched, clawed and scratched the windows and sides of the bus, quickly forcing the original golden sheen to turn a sick red. 

His eyes were forced downwards as he watched a boy fight zombies from the ground, wielding some sort of makeshift spear. Yami growled, nearly making his knuckles pop out of place as his fingernails dug into the leather fabric of his MMA gloves. Why in the world was the boy fighting a god damn zombie horde, when he could simply get into the bus and be protected there? While he normally wouldn't give a shit about others, Yami felt that this was some stupid act of heroism, and so he decided to act on his gut instinct.

"Yo, idiot! Get your ass on the damn bus!" He yelled down from the bus's roof, a vein pulsing on his forehead. A zombie had managed to crawl half-way up the bus's read entrance, and Yami slid across the slick metal, his boot making firm contact against the undead's head, cracking open the skull and forcing it to make its brutal descent back onto the ground.