The sun was setting in the horizon, and the soldiers had finished barricading the buildings to serve as their temporary hideouts.
Some soldiers and a few survivors are on the lookout while others went to rest to get as much sleep as possible before the scouting team who left earlier comes back.
Before the sun had fully set, the lookouts finally spotted the familiar bus in the distance heading towards their direction.
"The scouts are back! Get ready to receive them!" One of the lookouts radioed to his comrades stationed below the building.
The medic and the few others quickly readied themselves to receive the group, and as the bus slowly got nearer to them, they immediately noticed that the bus was in a worse condition.
The bus had a large dent on its front and because it had a flat tire on one of its front tires, it was moving like a person with a limp, and was covered in blood and disgusting bits of rotten flesh..