Snippet #2191497

Marcus stumbled out of the bus with the driver, panting and getting cold air into his steamed lungs. As the man re-entered the bus, Marcus allowed himself some time to inspect the fine machine. He could see some of the metal nearer the roof was still glowing slightly and watched as it returned to its gunmetal grey. The tyres seemed fine oddly enough, and the bus (for the most part) was undamaged. He did note an arm of some poor infected jammed in the front of the bus but, out of pure disgust, didn't bother to move it. He re-entered the bus.

Inside the others were slowly cooling off. Hannah was now flat out unconcious, while Chris and Kat (Who seemed to be pretty well for her injuries) tended to her. The driver and the girl were also deep in discussion, but Marcus decided to break them up, at least for a little while.

"Hey, er..."
"Cameron"
"Yes, Cameron, do you know where we are?" Marcus asked, quite bluntly. Cameron began to reply before stuttering and stopping. In all the fear they had just fled, but whether they were even on the right side of the city was something. "There's got to be a map here somewhere..." he muttered, giving him an excuse to trawl through the equipment on the bus.