There was blood everywhere as the horde closed in. People Kaneda once knew, once called friend, teacher; all of that was gone now, the only thing remaining was a hunger in their cold dead eyes. Bringing his club down in blow after shocking blow, his arms began to grow tired from the repeated impacts. He knew the group couldn't last.<em>Is this the end?</em>Then Damon grabbed his shoulder and pulled hard, spinning him towards the bus. "Everyone on the bus!" he shouted, and Kaneda threw himself into the door as Kahlan fired up the engine.<br/><br/>Kaneda didn't hear the voices of the others as they decided where to go, he didn't hear anything but that first scream. He made his way to the back of the bus, only to find Nozomi already curled up in the seat on one side. "Hey." His voice is quiet, almost lifeless as he takes the seat in the opposite isle. He casts his gaze out the window, ignoring the bumps as the bus hits zombie after zombie. Thinking back to speed bumps and potholes, he wished none of this had happened. That he was on the bus riding home, and not running for his life from the hungry dead.