The bus. All that left the lobby of the garage standing was about to explode, more than likely taking the rest of the building with it. He pushed himself up to his feet, grunting a little and holding his chest. Luckily, there were no bad injuries, but fuck if getting hit square in the ribs by a chunk of wall didn't knock the wind out of him pretty badly. By the time he recovered from his freakout post-crash, Amanda had started beating some of those awful flesh-puppets with furniture, to about the same amount of effectiveness that Julian's chunk of building had done, though at the very least, she was managing to knock them around a bit. He swallowed nervously, very nearly starting to turn and crawl out of the building first - until he realized people inside the bus were still alive.<br/><br/>He didn't get near the creatures. Hell, even looking at them made him want to run, just to get as far as he could from them, but they couldn't leave them there. Amanda herself wasted no time in helping out the more badly injured folks, and Julian decided to help, as besides some bruising on the chest, he was still able-bodied enough to pick something up and launch it at one of the undead much more effectively from his standing position. A desktop potted plant, for all its effectiveness, crashed face-first into one of the things that got too close for comfort and knocked the thing down, the shattered porcelain cutting the thing's face open. He didn't stick around to see the effectiveness of his throw once the crash survivors were out, but he'd blinded it fairly well. That done, he turned and took Miguel's hand to ascend through the hole in the roof, stopping for a moment when he heard more rapid footsteps coming from below.<br/><br/>The priest who had visited the shop took an alternate route out, moving to the still-open door to the garage that stood behind the desk. The garage itself was free of undead, and maybe just far enough from the bus that it wouldn't get entirely destroyed by the resulting explosion of the gas tank's vapors. Julian could only wish him luck as he climbed up and out of the shop with the aid of his brother, but the resulting screams that came from the interior building made it clear that leaving through the bay had been an awful idea. More of the creatures approached from the rear of the building, and crowded around the garage exit, drawn by the chaos. Julian couldn't bear to look as the screams were slowly replaced by the gurgles of someone who was being eviscerated, blood filling their throat as they tried to vocalize their anguish. It was suddenly silenced, and a cold shiver ran down the mechanic's spine.<br/><br/>He very quickly made his way to the ground, remaining quiet as to avoid drawing the attention of the things behind the building. By then, the sirens had been mostly drowned out, with most of his hearing obscured by the rapid thumping of his heart and his panicked breaths, like a band of drums wildly playing beneath a harshly blowing wind. He spotted Jason within the bus, which by now had caught fire on the rear. The back door, still partially closed, would have proved an obstacle to squeeze through.<br/><br/>Against all logic, Julian ran to the door, and at first tried to wrench it open with his hands. It was stuck. "Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck," He whisper-cursed, feeling at his belt while his eyes locked on the emergency release inside the bus, a bright red knob that would have been hard to miss if not for the sea of crimson that flooded the windows and walls. Finally, he grabbed something useful: a heavy-headed wrench, meant more for gripping and turning, but perfect for the additional task of smashing out the glass in the door. The impact made him cringe due to the noise, and he prayed to god that the things in the shop's back door didn't notice them yet. With enough glass cleared to reach inside, he took the knob and twisted with all his strength, rapidly withdrawing his arm from the door as it slid open, its cracked glass breaking more as it opened.<br/><br/>"Come on! This thing's about to go up!" He called to Jason, backing away rapidly as the fire spread to the rear tire. Julian high-tailed it back to Miguel as the flames made the tire pop very loudly, causing the vehicle to shift to the right. With no more time wasted, he raced to the truck and scaled the rear in what must have been record time, landing in the bed with a thud. In there, with the admittedly marginal extra protection of the bed's wall, he covered his head and curled into a ball, bracing himself for the explosion.