It starts at the bus station

“Damn you, Stuhlinger!” Misty shouted as she fired her shotgun into a crowd of zombies. She backpedaled into a corner of the bus station as she cut down the crowd, one zombie at a time. “Why’d you take the bus without me!” She shouted again. Misty ran out of the corner before she got trapped, then fired on the zombies from a new position. Just as she was about to kill the last zombie, a crawler, her shotgun clicked.

“Damn, out of ammo,” she said.

At that moment, the screeching of the automated bus could be heard from outside the station. Abigail’s head swiveled towards the noise, and she made a mad dash for the bus. As she put her foot down on the first step, she felt something grab her ankle. She turned her head, and looked down; the crawler had somehow caught up to her.

“Hands off, grabby pants!” She shouted, as she kicked backwards. The crawler shrieked, and pulled one of her boots off, exposing a black sock. She laughed, triumphantly as the crawler fell backwards. As she put her de-booted foot on the steps, she heard a whooshing sound, and felt air hit her leg. She turned her head, again.

“Hey!” She shouted. The crawler had grabbed onto the hem of her pants leg. Her pants slid down, slightly. She squealed as she watched her pink panties slowly come into view. She grabbed her pants, and started pulling them up.

“Welcome aboard! Please take your seat.” The automated bus driver said as Misty struggled.

“Fuck you!” Misty shouted as she tried to kick the crawler off of the bus. Misty finally gave the zombie a hard kick. As it fell off the bus, a loud ripping sound could be heard. The bus door closed, and Misty looked down at her pant leg. “Oh, man.” She said, as she noticed that one half of her pants had been reduced to shorts-length.

“All passengers, please take your seats while the bus is moving.” The driver said as the bus plowed through the fog.

“Would you shut up?” Misty snarked at the robot.

This was a mistake, as the robot swivled to face her, its eyes glowing red.

“Fuck you, get your ass off my bus!” It roared.

Before Misty could register the situation, she was launched from the bus. She groaned as she hit the ground. “Well, that’s fantastic.” She said as she stood up. She brushed herself off, then tugged her pants up. “Man, I really need a better belt.” She commented as her pants sagged, exposing the waistband of her pink underwear.