Chapter 4: WHAT?! The Apocalypse

A sense of realization flooded my mindscape, "crazed rioters, no they're zombies" I thought to my self. I finally understand why our bus was attacked. The zombies weren't protesting they were hunting. We can relax now that we're safe, the guy in the truck looked to be around my age probably 16 or 17 years old. He was driving a 2017 Chevy U-300 Linda it was white with black stripes. "Hey! what is your name, and thanks for the save," I asked the driver, "The names Jake, And anyone would have done the same thing," Jake answered. We entered the rink and to our surprise, it wasn't raided. We carefully portioned the food. A warehouse-like skating rink full of teenagers what could go wrong