Though this would, in all likelihood, be the last evacuation bus, it was hardly evident in the attitudes of the people laughing and chatting in the terminal parking lot.
An aggravated Colonel William Barret Travis, US Army Reserves, shouted through his megaphone. “People! This is not some half-assed Indian casino bus tour. A herd of some 2500 Shamblers is converging on this location. If you don’t get aboard and I mean NOW, they will kill and eat you before we can get clear of their advance.”
As if to punctuate his words, the first of the undead came shuffling over the hill. Staring in horrified disbelief, Travis understood how his namesake must have felt on his final day at the Alamo.
This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. This weeks photo is courtesy of Ron Pruitt