Storyteller<br/><br/>**<br/><br/>A Greyhound bus was turned over in a ditch about ten miles west outside of the small town called Logan, the opposite end of town from which Chris was approaching. The police station had received a distress call from the driver just a bit after 8am. Two squad cars and an ambulence had been sent to help the bus full of passengers.<br/><br/>When they arrived, it looked as if everyone was dead on the bus. Windows were splattered with blood and the passengers were piled on the side of the bus, unmoving and not answering to the paramedics trying to make contact. Police officers were in constant contact with the station as the firetruck arrived to try and pry the doors open. No one had been able to enter the bus yet, and the general mood of the people was somber. Their town had not witness a horrible accident of this degree for as long as they could remember.<br/><br/>Murdock was new to the force, and so he was pushed away to let the more seasoned police take charge. His voice showed how relieved he was when the doors were pried open, and he kept the radio open to tell the station what was occuring.<br/><br/>“It looks like we have a survivor! They are pulling the bus driver out now. He looks pretty banged up- Oh god! He just attacked the fireman!”<br/><br/>Before the radio cut off, the sound of gun shots and yelling could be heard.<br/><br/>The rescue team did not respond to any attempts by the station to reach them.<br/><br/>The police station broke out into several different argument. Some wanted to go to the accident scene and see what had happened, others were dazed by the screams they heard. Most of the cops had been friends for years.<br/><br/>The police chief came out of his office holding a piece of paper. The weight of his stern voice quieted everyone, and all of their eyes turned to him. His face was drained and gray looking. He held up the fax he had received before saying,<br/><br/>“The CDC has put Logan under quarantine. The bus was out of Los Angeles where a viral outbreak occurred last night. Our orders are to round up the citizens and bring them to Gabroy High School. They are sending a helicopter with specialists to assess the situation. Call in every squad car we have and have them put up road blocks, then scour the town and get the people to the high school. No one is to leave town. “<br/><br/>The chief walked back into his office as he ignored any further questions. He was frustrated enough that communications with the CDC had given him no answers for most of his questions.<br/><br/>At the least, the high school was built sturdy. It was two levels of concrete and brick, and dated back to the days when the Cold War was going stong and fears of nuclear attack were rampant. That building would withstand anything.<br/><br/>The dispatcher had already placed the call out to all officers to drop what they were doing and report back to the station. Road blocks were being put up, and officers were    gathering the group of people that seemed to be teaming around the library in the center of town. Televisions were displaying the emergency broadcast announcement, directing people where to go.<br/><br/>Already the large crowd of people were growing loud and questioning the police that were sent for them. When the chief heard that one of his senior officers had opened fire on someone, he had the man dragged in and put in a cell. The body was being sent to the morgue, and the hysteria of the people would only grow worse from one of his men losing their head.<br/><br/>With a look of disgust, the chief left his office and prepared to head to the school. The small country hospital had already been informed of the situation, and were sending who they could to the school.<br/><br/>The CDC was supposed to be there no later then noon, and until then he had a frightened town to calm down.