The day the world ends starts just like every other day

'He could see through the trees as the clear cool air settled into a shimmering mist on the ground. The trees were just black shadows divided by shards of moonlight slicing through their mostly bare limbs. As he watched, black shapes moved. One, then another. He watched as the crowd began to appear, first as shadows and then into the light filtering between the trees. He looked back to the interior of the bus. Everyone was up against a window looking out. He quietly backed out of the seat he was leaning in and walked down the center aisle tapping each person. They all pulled away from the windows a little and watched from the darkness.'

Walk with Me, Book 2 of the Marionette Zombie Series by SB Poe