Bus Hell {STOPPED}

Chapter 1

Rosa's Perspective

It was a normal day. Or at least we thought so. We didn't know it yet but something horrible would happen.

The heat from the Vietnamese sun was harsh; our water supply was running low.
A member of our camera crew decided to cheer us up by saying,
"Don't worry ya little minds: we still have plenty of water and the trip'll be short."
Of course he was only trying to help; we knew that the water would last only an hour.
Thankfully, our bus was cool and spacious. As we walked inside, we met our driver, "You're on your own, kids", he said, " I ain't helpin' you if somenk goes wrong."

Mr Strango is what we called him: he was as strange as an eight-legged hare.
The bus was mostly purple with a strange language written on the seats - almost like a warning sign which we did not realise at the time.
Gradually, the bus gained speed and within minutes, it was pitch black outside. We checked the time; it was 1:38 am. How could this be? We boarded the bus at 5 pm! We could not remember falling asleep. We were reading our books and that's all we could remember. Perhaps this is all a dream. What if we just fell asleep? We shrugged it off: we probably just fell asleep.

It was the dead of night when we heard weird noises coming from Mr Strango's seat; we closed our eyes and pretended to be asleep because he was coming up the aisle. We sat at the back with our aunt in the seat in front of us.
"Who goes there?", questioned Mr Strango, shining a torch.
We stayed perfectly still; pretending to be asleep.
As he walked back to his seat, his shadow followed almost reluctantly and he started chanting. We could not understand the (probably secret) language he was using.
We whipped out our phones and searched up Google Translate, 'ERROR LANGUAGE NOT FOUND' popped up on our screens:turned down to the lowest brightness.
The chanting got louder and faster;it looked like even his shadow joined in.
Eventually, the chanting turned into English.
"Zombies, zombies come alive. Zombies, zombies you shall thrive. In the darkest light you kill, leave no blood upon the windowsill."
He passed out. As he lay on his seat, motionless, we slowly creeped towards him and we noticed he had an arrow through his heart! The arrow had a purple feather in it, the shade of purple was the exact same as the colour that the bus possessed. We knew then that our lives were at risk!