Yami barely had a second to scramble for a grip before the bus suddenly lurched around, blasting for the school gates at a spectacular speed. The teen growled, pressing his body close against the bus's roof. The wind slammed against his face, and henceforth his long brown Mohawk, forcing the hair backwards. [b]"A warning would be nice."[/b] He snarled down into the sleek white metal, standing on shaky legs and stomping the bus. By now, the speed had balanced itself out, allowing him to look around the surrounding area with relative easiness. One might think he was crazy, standing on top of a speeding charter bus....but it was for science!

Casually walking towards the front of the bus, his boots clinging to the shiny surface due to the sticky, drying blood, Yami nimbly slipped from his position on the bus, heading towards the blurring ground. However, his gloved right hand shot up at the last second, hanging onto the railing that circulated the top of the bus. He settled into a comfortable position, dangling on the side of the speeding bus.

[b]"Head to the city, obviously, and try to find some sort of convenient store. Gas and food, yeah?"[/b] He grinned into the driver's window, before looking back towards the road. It stretched emptily for another mile, but in the distance you could see the large, smoking, and ruined city. It was horrible...but his grin didn't change. 'What are we gonna find here, I wonder?'