Diangalo woke up. He looked at him in disgust. Where was he? He looked around at the scene. He was on a bus. This must be the prank that someone pulled on April fools day. He narrowed his eyes and looked out the window. Great. He was in the desert too. He snorted and fell back asleep.



Hazel sat in boredom. Three-hundred minutes, forty-two seconds. That's how long she had been on the bus. She had counted. Why did her parents send her here anyway? Was it because she wasn't the ' outdoor' kind of person her parents wanted her to be? She was supposed to be going to somewhere fancy, but the desert really didn't fit that deion. " 180 more minutes," she said. This always calmed her, but now she really had lost all hope that they weren't lost.

(Lol, it's fine CH. x])

Thalia felt something hit the window behind her with a loud 'Clink!', making her turn around in surprise. "What the..." She said softly to herself, looking at the landscape in surprise. Last she had checked, they were in the middle of the countryside, cows and horses bordering each side of the bus. And now- pure desert. "Have we really gone that far?" She murmured to herself, just as the bus began to jolt even more violently beneath her. People started to scream, realizing the bus was starting to tip. 

[[I guess Im not going to join then?]]

 

Diangalo woke up, finding himself in the middle of the desert. He squinted and started toward what looked like someone holding a stick. He had to find someone, something to promise him that he wasn't dead.

Hazel picked up a stick and drew a line in the sand, slowly walking forward until civilization was found. She turned back and saw a figure coming toward her and she stopped. "Hello?" she said. " Anyone?"

Reagan stood shocked among the rest, lucky to have been able to survive. No one spoke for a while, mostly nursing the cuts and bruises given to them by the broken glass and shoving. "Well?" Reagan asked, raising an eyebrow at the desert landscape sprawled out before him. It seemed as if nothing was moving here. A few gusts of wind blew some tiny pebbles and sand around, but there was no signs of life. But thankfully, Reagan had paid enough attention back when he was a kid in boy scouts, that the desert carried tons of creatures- a lot of them poisonous. He sighed slightly, realizing that his friends had been killed in the crash. He was alone, with a bunch of goth freaks, emos, and kids that didn't exactly seem like the way Reagan imagined camp. 

Thalia quickly wiped away at her eyes and managed a halfhearted laugh. "You saw that?" She said, wishing she was back home even though she hated her parents with a passion. Her hair, once brushed and neatly combed, lay in tangles around her head and her black jeans were caked with dirt and blood. Thalia even thought she saw a finger laying on the ground nearby, but she didn't want to glance back to make sure it was. 

Diangalo bumped into the person. " Hello?" He asked. " Hello?" Hazel replied. " Hazel..." " How do you know my name?" " Sister!" " I'm not related to you!" " Ah, but you are the runaway that never came back."


(( Bored, but i think this should suffice))

Heat. Heat was every were along with a horrible smell of iron and salt. Sophi slowly opened her dark blue eyes. The darkness in her dreams vanished by the desert light. Pain. Pain was the next thing she felt. It was in her arm as she stayed on her side laying on a broken window. The feel of something damp and stick touched her left arm, the one on the broken window. Where was she? Why did her body ache? Something must of happened while she doze off on the bus. Something horrible. She didnt quite know what yet. Her vision still blury. Clarity and realization. As Sophi's vision came into focus she realized that she was in the bus with limp lifeless people. She didnt dare to move her head just yet. The fear that she may be in worse conditions than she felt came into mind and then she remembered. She remembered dozing off on the bus and for a brief moment she woke up just to become unconcious again. Was this what her parents wanted? For her to go on the bus and sent her off to camp to, just to be in a accident. She wanted to feel hatred towards them but her pain was too strong for any other feeling to settle in. She laied still for a long wile until Shophi started to move. She propped herself up using her right arm. The one not covered in blood. Sweat dripped down her face as she painfully turned her head to look at her left arm. Blood. With a small smile she noticed that the sweat on her forehead and the blood on her arm were the two things she woke up smelling. Sophi's lips were chapped and that small smile put a crack in them. With a small gasp at the unintentional pain, she started to suck on her bottem lip. Sophi soon had herself sitting strait up with no help from her arm, that now cradled her left arm. Scoping out her surroundings she saw lots of dead bodies. Tears threatened to fall, but she blinked them away. Looking around she saw the emergency exit wide open. She wondered how many others lived, and she was determined to get out and find out. With a painful struggle to get up, she collapsed. Sophi actually fell three times before stabilizing her legs. It felt like she hadnt walked in years, but that didnt matter now. What mattered was that she needed to get out of the bus. And as she walked over bodies and seats, with guilt starting in her stomach, she soon emerged into the desert air. All she could see was black with yellow, red and orange dots. Her eyes would take some time to adjust to the bright sun. Her black dress and her red wool coat wasnt going to help her in this heat. The black and light red hat she wore hardly shaded her ivory skin, and her black hair attracting heat as the blue hues in it shone. Her black boots and the white ribbon that wraped around it was covered in the red dust. "This is going to be a long camping trip" Sophi said sarcasticly to herself as she was examining the condition she was in. It seemed that her arm was the only thing seriously injured, and bruises only marked how rough that accident threw her around. Looking up she saw people. People who where alive, but for some reason she wasnt walking towards them. She just stood still.

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Paul had gotten out of the bus with only a small scratch and a bruise or two. He was fine, he would survive, but in his mind he was already dead. "Just kill me now." He whispered as he rocked back and forth. His bright blue eyes were wide and frightened. He had lost everything in the accident. All his clothes, ruined! His Ipod, destroyed! Everthing he had brought was gone, except his small lether bag he embraced. It contained his Gucci cologne, his prada sunglasses, and his limited edition wallet his dad had gaven him. Paul wasnt aware at what was going on around him. All he knew was that he was in a group of survivors. What they were talking about, he didnt know. He was thinking of more important things like how was he suposed to get his blond hair the proper care it needed, or what is he suposed to wear every 5 hours, and how is he going to get this red dirt off of him. His situation was worse than he could imagine. Out of all these rich kids he had it the worst. He had needs that needed to be attened to. Paul had no clue how he was going to survive. He came up with and idea that he was just going to put himself infront of every one else. It was now survival of the fittest.

Thalia wrinkled her nose, not liking the fact that someone had seen her crying. But it can't be helped. She thought, stroking the screen of her iPod with her thumb. The hot desert sun beat down on her back, and to her horror, all of her things, except the clothes she had on and the iPod in her hand, were all gone. I feel disgusting. She thought, wiping away the bloody dust mixture off of her pants, her eyes wandering over to the bus. 

Sophi collapsed right where she stood not moving. She guessed that it was because she was wearing too many layers and the heat was too strong to bare. Well for now at least. On the ground she shedded her red wool coat, being very gental with her left arm. Her arm ached more and more each movement her shoulder made. Once her coat was off she examined her arm. Sophi noticed that there was a good size peice of glass lodged in there. It hurt really bad but it was stoping the blood. Looking at her jacket she noticed there was not only blood stains but a hole where the glass was. Even though it was ruined, it wasnt useless. Sophi thought that this would be a good blanket if they needed one, or maybe some cloth for whatever. Still chewing on her bottem lip she looked up, just to see a guy running towards the bus. She couldnt tell if she was imagining it or not, but thought it best to wait for help.

Paul looked at the fool running towards the bus. "So much thats going to do." With a chuckle, he stoped rocking and thought of all the fools there were in this surviving group and knew he was the only smart one.

Reagan managed to open the glove box, but there was nothing inside but a map of Oregon, and he doubted they were in Oregon. Looking around for more, he found 2 waterbottles and a few napkins, but that was about it. Glancing back at the kids, he remembered the most important thing- First Aid kit. Taking it off the wall, he gathered up his findings and jogged back to them, his arms covered in the small glass cuts given to him by climbing through the window.