Path of the Dead - Working Title

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Iwakuni continued to sit in the bus with his "Subordinates" while two of them were getting fucked in the far end of the bus, with the smell of sex, sweat, bodily fluids, and possibly a bit of shame was filling the already rather stall and stagnant air. He was already told by some of the occupants of the bus that they needed to get air flow in here, but he refused it...no, not refuse, because in order to refuse a suggestion, you had to listen to what had to be said. And since Iwakuni was the one who was apparently in charge, his word was law. If he didn't say it or think it, then it wouldn't be heard and even brought up, and anyone who did, were either removed from the bus, or killed by the girl with the knife that was currently getting fucked at least every thirty minutes by someone on the bus.

Mai Juniper, the girl that was rather decent with knives, claims to be twenty, and stands at five foot four, and since everyone has fucked her at least two or three times since the outbreak happened, everyone could tell anyone that her body measurements are 33-29-30 and was rather toned and athletic. She has brown eyes and short light red hair with her bangs brushed to the side, just barely reaching her right eye. Even though for the past two days, she's been naked most of the time, when she was first picked up though she was wearing a lab coat, for whatever reason, a sleeveless turtleneck, a short skirt, and knee high heeled boots. And everyone has also noticed that she has a small black cross tattoo on the base of her neck and the right side.

Iwakuni looked back to seeing one of the guys on the bus was busy fucking her and grew rather disgusted, "Why, haven't we become a rather vulgar group of barbarians, haven't we?"

"You can't blame them though. We have nothing to do and nowhere to go, and we all know the moment we happen to step outside, we're as good as dead. So, at the moment, there's nothing we can do." James propped his legs up on the steering wheel of the bus and leaned back as far as he could in the driver seat, "Until we get orders from you to start behaving ourselves and find a new location to call home, they're going to do everything in their power to make sure they don't bat-shit crazy and kill one another."

Iwakuni began to think, "Do you think it is possible for us to find a new location to use as shelter throughout the duration of this?"

"It depends: Are you asking me as the leader and want some kind of positive answer to boost morale, or are you asking me man-to-man?"

"A bit of both honestly: I am asking as the leader of this rag-tag bunch of hooligans, but I want an honest answer. A real, down to earth, answer."

James gave a bored sigh, "You don't know how to play this game, do you? Yes, there's a possibility of finding a new place to use as shelter to ride this son of a bitch out..."

"That's good to hear."

"...But..."

"But what?"

James looked at the group in the back, and pointed back at them using his thumb, "There'll be one way in hell all of those fucks back there will be fast or smart enough to find a place or come back to tell us about it. And if they did, there are other variables that will come into play that we might overlook due to whatever; they didn't come up with another route in case we get blocked. They might get killed trying to lead us back there. Hell, we all get ambushed and none of us make it there. Little things that could prove to be problematic. But on top of that: I don't trust them."

Out of everything that James said, that last part is what caught his interest, "Oh? What is there not to trust about?"

"Don't give me that shit. You know exactly what I mean. You can feel it in this stuffy ass bus as well as I can. Fear is slowly starting to take hold of them: Fear, uncertainty, and boredom. None of those alone is good for a small group like us, and it's worse if just two of those conditions meet up with one another. However, all three of those sons of bitches are in here, and they're getting ready to thrown one hell of a party that I honestly don't wish to be a part of."