The bus jostled and bucked along the unpaved road of the the Midwest, the gentle grumble of the engine and whir of cicadas in the distance was all that could be heard. A voice broke the silence as the first rays of sunlight peeked over the horizon, echoing through the old intercom systems like a tour guide. "Goooooooooooooood MORNING PASSENGERS! This is your Captain speaking. It is time to rise and shine. It's a beautiful morning in the American Midwest. The sun is rising, the birds are singing, the flowers smell wonderful. According to the maps, we'll hit a town in about five hours, so I want everybody up, their bellies full, and their brains awake. We're starting to run just a touch low on supplies, so we'll be making a pit stop to refuel and scavenge what we can. It's just a little village off in the middle of nowhere, so we'll likely encounter few zombies. Most survivors likely dies along with their families long ago, so we shouldn't find too much resistance. Feel free to make a pot o' joe and heat up some breakfast." The intercom buzzed quiet again, and the bus's other occupants began to awaken.