by William Bebb
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Shoemaker was huddled down in the bus stairwell. He saw the squad car approaching in the distance and was preparing to open the door when he heard the broken windshield glass cracking and breaking behind him. He turned in time to see Sazera, with long horrible lacerations all over his face, and his scalp partially peeled back, pulling himself out through the windshield.
It almost appeared as if the bus were giving birth to the world's biggest, craziest, and ugliest baby.
Shoemaker held his breath and pointed the shotgun at his old friend as he continued struggling out through the window. He was tempted to fire but glanced down the road and saw Crawford, Minarges and a good size group of others were wandering around not too far away and quickly changed his mind. Hell, I don't even know if their condition is permanent. They probably could be cured or treated at a hospital if help ever arrives, he thought and looked back at the distant police car.
Sazera grunted loudly and finally pulled himself completely through the shattered windshield. The squad car attracted Sazera's attention. He made a low growl before screaming and sprinting toward the still distant fast moving car.
Several other screams erupted and Shoemaker saw it wasn't just Sazera, but almost everyone was running toward the squad car including Crawford and Minarges. After a few seconds, he pulled open the door of the bus. He half jumped half fell to the dusty ground and moved cautiously toward the wrecked van beside the road.
