[i]They're getting really close...really, really, close...[/i] Nakamura couldn't stop his leg from shaking this time. In fact, his whole body was shaking from head to toe. The driver's seat window was a front row ticket for the zombies devouring Mat, an old friend of Nakamura's who held his arms up in the air in a feeble attempt to fight his way up. A lurking zombie took Mat's wrist and promptly tore it from his elbow, euthanizing any chance he had of crawling out of there. Nakamura turned his head from the horrid sight and took a deep breath. [b]"I think that's gonna haunt me for some time,[/b] he muttered to himself as his leg began shaking almost uncontrollably.

[b][i]Drive![/i][/b]

It was Howlite who screeched in Nakamura's ear, suddenly jerking him from his traumatized trance and motivating him to shift the gear into drive. 

[b]"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking asking you to buckle up and get ready, 'cuz it's about to get a little turbulent,"[/b] Nakamura knew that now was not the best time to be making jokes, but it was the only thing he could do to calm his nervousness. Taking one last breath, Nakamura slammed his foot on the gas. [b]"Punch it, Chewy!"[/b]

The bus took off,slamming through the gates of the school's parking lot entrance. Nakamura made a screeching turn down the intersection, which was scattered with zombies. From the rear-view mirror, he saw that Fujimi was slowly getting tinier and tinier, the horde of zombies turning into tiny ants. [b]"Okay, now that we're out of that jam, what do you suppose we do Yami?"[/b] Nakamura called out to his friend.