Roth surveyed the squabbling passengers with a frown. Agreeing was always going to be the hard part. Henry sat at the back and scorned at everybody who volunteered.

"Foooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooools!" He shouted, before glancing over at Kristoff and hissing. Kristoff just stared blankly into space.

The discussion had been long and tiresome. Drr stepped forward firmly.

"We give the gun to Natalie. She's the least likely to screw everything up."

Rob shrugged his shoulders.

"Meh." He said. He was feeling pretty placid. He didn't care much.

"Thankfully I'm the world's best driver :P " Ari announced. There was some murmuring. Most of it was about something Roth couldn't understand. Though he could've sworn he heard the word "minotaur" in there. It made him shudder a little.

Roth handed the gun to Natalie who took it with a nervous nod. There was something vaguely familiar about that look. Whatever it was didn't matter much. He sighed.

"Good luck out there. It's a dangerous job..."

Boc rolled his eyes. "Why don't you do it then, Mr. Demon slayer?"

Roth glanced at Malion's body and back outside as he paused for thought.

"My track record isn't admittedly good with demons lately..."

Kristoff buried his head in his lap. His stomach was churning. He joined a group of people who sidled out the front of the bus to help Natalie climb up to the roof.

As they assisted her to the back, Kristoff tapped her on the shoulder. She looked rather awkwardly at the unshaven and drunk man.

"If I start acting strangely, you pull the trigger and you shoot me. I mean it. Take a shot. Just right in the head."

Roth slid across and grabbed him by the arm, dragging him back in.

"DON'T FORGET!" He yelled. Roth planted his palm on his face firmly. Not that the noise mattered.

"We shouldn't be making so much noise!" He reprimanded.

Helios looked at Natalie in bewilderment. "The hell does he mean, shoot him?"

She shuddered. It was going to be an unpleasant ride. Ari winked at the side of the bus.

"I'll make sure it's not too bumpy!" He said with a grin. Natalie looked down despondently and clambered up onto the outstretched arms of the people below, before struggling up to the roof. She held the gun miserably and looked down as they all went back inside. It was raining again. This was miserable.

But if that's the worst that was going to happen, maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

You have decided to stand guard for the bus.

This entails you defending the passengers. You will be unable to participate in the discussion inside the bus for the next 24 hours.

The shadows will now launch a barrage on the bus. To defend the passengers, you must post a list of 6 players to mark. This list can be changed at any time.

The shadows will launch attacks at 10 players in succession. If a person you are not marking gets attacked, they will not be injured in the game but they will be unable to submit their vote this round for final showdown. They will be unaware that their vote doesn't count.

You will be told if an attack has been avoided or if an attack has gone through when they each happen. Each attack will not start until you post you're ready to defend.

Standing nervously with the gun, you cringe as the bus jolts straight into the black cloud. Dark tendrils of smoke surround you and...things...of varying description are within. They're watching and waiting. The fear has never felt so real. Taking the gun nervously you swing it this way and that.

As you do, a horrible screech is heard. You let out a scream. Something whirls into the side of the bus below. It immediately leaps off back into the darkness. Breathing rapidly you feel ready to pass out.

The first attack has been made. You did not block it. Post again when you are ready to defend.

Overhead a dark shape flutters into view. You hold your gun ready, hand shaking as the bus rocks. Beneath you, a completely different shape detaches itself from the side. You sigh as you get ready to focus again.

The second attack has been made. You did not block it. Post again when you are ready to defend.

Nobody said fighting the forces of darkness was a picnic!

Another shape approaches. You duck as it just narrowly misses your head before diving down and hitting the back of the bus.

The third attack has been made. You did not block it. Post again when you are ready to defend.

You dodge yet another incoming shape. That was close. The fourth attack has been made. You did not block it. Post again when you are ready to defend.

(Thanks)

Something slams hard into the top of the bus. You let out another shriek as it shakes the floor.
The fifth attack has been made. You did not block it. Post again when you are ready to defend.

Your eyes are locked on the clouds. It's been too risky so far. You're not about to take more chances. Something stirs and you hold your breath before going all out. No prisoners. It's you or them.

*BANG BANG*

Your hand is still shaking as the dark shape smacks onto the ground below. You stopped one...it's done...

The sixth attack has been made. You successfully blocked it. Post again when you are ready to defend.

Once more you face into the clouds. You're getting good at this. Something swoops down. Not this time, not today.

*BANG BANG*

You're a little calmer this time. You seem to be getting more accurate.

The seventh attack has been made. You successfully blocked it. Post again when you are ready to defend.

This could be the last time. The bus is slowing down. You take a deep breath, focus, and...

*BANG BANG*

A shadow falls.

You did it again.

The eighth attack has been made. You successfully blocked it. Post again when you are ready to defend.