The Purge has just been told not to drop by and many other human has a crush on them since middleschool America was never going home.

On top of the bus, the rag-tag assembly planned lunch. Her legs dangled down into the window, sort of slipping off but standing in the window. A man cut the chops into eight pieces and passed them around on a napkin. "How about we stop this apocalypse?" he said.

Rana Del, Hazl, and Tim were lined up near the front of the bus, passing between each other to shoot the zombies approaching. Del complimented a shot Rana made at nearly thirty yards. In this school parking lot, the zombies were middleschoolers, child undead with little vitality but, due to age, a much faster amble. When lunch was done, they jumped from the roof to the seats inside, and Edgar took the wheel.

"Rana, I like you," the man said. "I've liked you since middle school."

"Don't talk about when we were kids. We just mowed down at least eighty undead," she said.

"One inch closer to the old America. Soon, we will purge the land of filth. Won't you want a husband, then?"

She threw a pebble at him. "I can't hook up with a nerd, Jim."