CHAPTER 11: ORB

Ethan, his face grim, kept his eyes fixed on the road, navigating a treacherous path through the heart of the apocalypse. Cars, twisted and mangled, lay scattered like discarded toys, their occupants long gone, devoured by the insatiable hunger of the undead.

Fiona, Rachel, and Mayka huddled together in the back, their faces pale with fear. The world outside was a horrifying spectacle of chaos and decay, a stark reminder of the fragile nature of their existence.

"We won't make it to the bunker before dawn," Fiona said, her voice barely a whisper. "We need to find somewhere safe to rest."

Ethan nodded, his gaze never leaving the road. "I know," he said, his voice tight. "But we have to keep moving. The longer we stay in one place, the more likely we are to be found."

The bus lurched to a halt, its engine sputtering to a stop. Ethan turned to the others. "Stay here," he instructed. "Lock the doors. I'll scout ahead."

He opened the door and stepped out into the oppressive silen