Story 568: The Last Bastion

The battle-torn yellow school bus stood as a symbol of survival amidst the urban wasteland. Its roof had become a fortress, the team’s last vantage point as the undead swarmed in waves. Bloodied but unyielding, Captain Marcus Kane and his team braced for what was shaping up to be the deadliest assault yet.

The sky was painted in hues of orange and red as the sun dipped below the horizon. The distant sound of growls and shuffling feet grew louder, more ominous, as another wave of zombies surged forward. This wasn’t just survival—it was war.

“Eyes up!” Marcus shouted, reloading his shotgun. “Ethan, status on the reinforcements?”

Ethan "Brain" O’Connor, crouched in the back of the bus, tapped furiously on his tablet. His drone feed displayed the incoming horde, now numbering in the hundreds. “Negative. They’re delayed. At least 20 minutes out. We’re on our own.”