they needed from these vehicles so that they would leave the bodies be.
One survivor opened the hood of one car, unaware that its front passenger door was open and there was a corpse sitting inside it. The corpse rose and slid out the car, not making any noise. The survivor couldn't see the zombie because the car hood was impeding his view. When he closed the hood, there was no time to act. The zombie bit into the survivor's face, gnawing at his nose and the top part of his mouth.
His screams of pain called in more undead to where the survivors were at. More zombies woke up from the vehicles lying about on the interstate. There were many, and they were strong. Some were fast, outrunning most of the survivors that would make an attempt at running back to the bus. Many that were outside the bus were eaten alive in the most gruesome fashion; some were disemboweled, while others were drowning in their own blood while zombies would feast on their throats.
The remaining survivors outside the bus blocked the doors to the front of the bus. They held a line and fought off the horde, blasting into the heads of the undead with their shotguns, automatic rifles, and sidearms. Sam used his two knives and single-handedly slaughtered a group of zombies circling him, spinning around and gliding over the highway, without as much as being touched by one. He didn't even bother to pull out his pistol that he was carrying.
The onslaught was over. Many of the survivors that fought lost their lives; all except Jake's group, Sam and Nick, Sean, and Alana. The ten survivors that stayed in the bus were unharmed. Sam was a few meters away from the rest, who were beside the bus. He was surrounded by a circle of dead zombies that he slayed with his knives. Nick looked at his younger brother, nodded his head, and smiled. Sam smiled back and holstered his knives.
As Sam began walking back to the bus, a lying zombie presumed dead grabbed Sam's leg. It sunk its teeth into Sam's ankle, severing his tendons as he struggled to escape it. As Sam screamed in agony, he grabbed his pistol and fired three rounds in the zombie's head. He then stood still in shock.
Nick proceeded to run to his injured brother, but Sam pointed the pistol at him to stop him. His breathing started accelerating. He looked at his right foot, nearly amputated, then looked at Nick with watered eyes. He quickly put the gun to his own head.
"NO!!" Nick shouted.
Pow!
Sam's head flung in the direction the bullet was traveling, with his body trailing him to the ground. His hand holding the gun flung in the opposite direction, thus throwing the gun away. As soon as he hit the asphalt ground, a pool of blood started forming from his head.
Nick ran screaming to his younger brother, now lying dead on the ground. As Nick was weeping, he kneeled down and lifted his brother's head, cradled him in his arms, and proceeded to rock him back and forth. Alana started to walk