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Marcus was the last to leave the building, using his submachinegun as a distraction to the trawling masses of flesh. He even managed to clip a regular zombie that had somehow found its way in. Almost falling down the stairs, he shuffled onto the street.

The fire was close, far too close. If he didn't have the ability to see, he would swear the flames were already touching him. By this point to zoo had almost entirely been devoured by the inferno, and there were only a few straggling zombies remaining. The bus rumbled into life in the distance, bringing Marcus back to the situation at hand, and began pulling forwards, slowly at first. Marcus, naturally not wanting to be left behind, began to run towards it, smashing the butt of his rifle on one of the remaining shambling zombies. Even though it was a small distance, it felt like eternity, and if one of those protruding metal...things hit him, he could be a goner. Luckily he missed them and managed to grab the side of the door as the bus quickly built up speed, spinning him onto the steps.

"That was far too close," he muttered, before noting that it was almost as hot as an oven in here. "We really need to get away from this fire." The response was a unanimous nod from everyone aboard. They were gasping, injured perhaps, though it was probably from shock. Kat seemed to be over her injuries, whether they were superficial or whether it was the morphine he couldn't guess, the the adrenaline had stopped her manic giggling for now. He slumped on a chair next to a large metal crate, on it a slightly damaged grenade launcher. Considering all things, this would probably be as useful as an entire army before the crisis. He pondered to whether there were any grenades left.