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was always drunk, and always looking out at the street.  Doyle and Zach seemed to be trying to figure things out.  Considering they didn’t do anything, they had yet to succeed in coming up with a plan.  Just talk.  Jabbering back and forth for hours.  They always came to the same two options.  The first was staying put.  Sitting in the bus, eating all the food, and hoping someone showed up to help them.  The second was to leave.  Where they would go was the topic of much discussion, as was the purpose of leaving.  Doyle was for it.  He kept saying they would run out of food soon and have to leave anyway.  Zach wanted to stay.  He didn’t see the point in going outside before it was necessary.  He argued they were safe right now, and that was what was most important.  They had walls around them, and none of those crazy ass attackers knew where they were.  Doyle then pointed out that the walls weren’t that safe considering they had all the windows and the door open.  To save the fuel and battery power for the fridge, they kept the engine off most of the time, which meant they had no AC.  Quin, Greg, and River, had played in much hotter places, and had to be lively and energetic while performing, and so they were fine with the heat.  Doyle complained about it all the time.
    On this day in particular, Zach was extremely irritable.  Every little thing set him off.  He was being a bitch.
    River needed to pee, and he was tired of the God-awful stench in the small bathroom.  He was the first person to step out of the bus since they had parked it.  Doyle had briefly tried to stop him, but River was having none of it.  If he wanted to pee in the parking lot, he was going to damn well pee in the parking lot.  Quin followed after him, his own bladder full.
    They wound up having a literal pissing contest.  Using a line in the parking lot as their standing point, they decided to see who could piss the farthest.  Quin won, the wanker.  River blamed it on the fact that he was a year older than Quin was.  Quin told him he was a whiny bitch.  They both started laughing hysterically.  They were laughing so hard that at first, they didn’t hear the sounds of a struggle going on inside the bus.
    When River turned toward it, he saw nothing wrong.  The only section of the tinted windows that opened was the very top, so he saw just a black shiny surface.  After the pair had taken a few steps toward the bus, a spider webbing of cracks exploded across one of the windows.  River and Quin both stopped, stunned.  They looked at each other, and just that look confirmed for one another that it had really just happened.  River and Quin were so in sync with each other that they could communicate without words, just subtle movements and expressions.  Using this method, they decided to stay in the parking lot.
    They watched silently and listened to the few sounds that escaped the bus.  If the windows hadn’t been open, they wouldn’t even have been able to hear those.  It was just as River was thinking that maybe they should check it out, that Zach came flying backward through the bus door.  He hit the ground hard and fell flat on his back.  As Zach got to his feet, Doyle came cautiously out of the door, brandishing his fire axe.  Before River could think the worst of Doyle, Greg stumbled out after him.  He was holding the broken guitar, which had become even more cracked and damaged.  Greg was bleeding heavily down one arm and could barely stand from the booze.  He swayed and wobbled in a manner that River and Quin had seen many times before.  In fact, they were usually wobbling along with him.
    Zach charged at Doyle again.  Doyle lifted his big fireman’s boot and kicked Zach squarely in the chest.  Zach was knocked onto his back again, but started to get up for the second time.  This time, when he got up, Greg let out a cry and swung the guitar.  He got Zach right across his melon.  River watched as