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place, they stealthily made their way back out of the barn, and towards the road.
    Staying hidden in the cornfields, they silently crept along the roadside, until they were parallel with the bus.  The screams had died down now.  A low moaning could be heard, but it sounded as though it was heading away from them.
    “The element of surprise is our best shot here,” Chad whispered.  “No matter what, we stick together, okay?”
    “Okay.”
    Slipping out of the safety of the fields, they inched closer to the bus.  One of their team mates lay on the road beside the door, one side of his face ripped clean off, chunks torn from his arms and torso.  Chad fought off the bile that was rising in his throat.  He attempted to find a pulse on his fallen friend, but there was nothing.  They were too late.
    Turning their attention to the bus, they eased up the steps.  Zuckerman poked his head around the corner to see what they were dealing with.  Ross was nowhere to be seen.
    “I think it’s safe,” he whispered, stepping into the aisle.
    “Aaaaaarrrrgggghhhhhh!”  Billy came hurtling towards them, his bag held over his head, ready to swing.
    “Whoa!  Billy!  It’s me!  It’s Z!”  Zuckerman leaned back, holding his arms up to deflect the impact.
    Billy stopped, his bag still raised.  “Zuckerman?  Did you get bit?” he questioned, grabbing his arms and inspecting them.
    “No, we got out before he got the chance.  Did you?”
    “No, I hid in the back.”  His face crumpled as he recalled the details.  “I panicked.  I just hid and let him… eat our friends.”  He punched the chair next to him.  “He ate them!  He actually chewed and swallowed, like… like they were a piece of fucking steak!”
    “Did anyone else… turn?”
    “Turn?”
    “Yeah, you know, like Ross.”
    “Only Joe, but you must’ve seen that.  It happened straight away.  Between the two of them, they got their teeth into nearly everyone.”
    “Well if zombie movies are anything to go by, we probably don’t have long before these guys turn into flesh-eaters too,” Zuckerman said, motioning behind him at the other players.  “Anyone else not been bitten?” he asked the rest of the bus.  He was answered with a low moan.
    “We should check those guys first.”  Chad moved down the aisle to the source of the voice.  He stopped midway down, crouching.  “Coach?  You okay?”  Another groan.  “Guys, Coach’s still alive!”
     

Millie
    D ancing through the reeds, humming to herself, Millie went about picking daisies for her strawberry blonde hair.  Once she had gathered enough, she sat down, with her feet dangling in the creek and proceeded to braid them together.  She looked up at the sky, watching the dark clouds roll in, wondering where Zeke had got to.
    Leaning back on her arms, she let the last of the sun warm her face, as she wiggled her toes in the cool water.  She would wait a little longer before seeking him out.  It wasn’t like him to miss their meeting, so she knew it must be something important.
    A rustle in the fields came from behind, signalling his arrival.  Smiling, she began to sing, as she always did when he joined her.
     
    “Take my hand in yours,
    I’ll follow you to the moon,
    Anywhere you want to go.
    Honey, I’m yours
    Now and forever more.
    You are my dream,
    My everything,
    I need you more than words can say
    I love you more than yesterday.”
     
    She looked back over her shoulder, where she thought she had heard him.  But no-one was there.  She shrugged and continued to sing.
     
    “Take my heart with yours,
    Keep it safe and warm,
    Hold it forever in your arms,
    Honey, I’m yours.
    You are my dream,
    My everything.
    I want you more than words can say,
    I love you more with every day.”
     
    She heard another rustle, this time to her left.  Climbing to her feet, she called out.
    “Very funny, Zeke!  You missed your part.  Come and sing with me!”  She slipped her