The trees rustled and whipped against the wind and rain. The clouds hung low, heavy and weeping upon the forest thousands of feet below. Occasional flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder could be seen or heard as they streaked and echoed across the hills. Barely any traffic could be seen on the quiet country road while the storm raged. Many drivers would consider this weather as too much of a risk to make the journey, but as the afternoon dreariness began to fade into the evening twilight, one vehicle could be seen traversing the mountain road.
The vehicle, one an ordinary school bus, barreled down the slick road at a careful yet moderate speed. The signature yellow paint of the bus had long since been replaced with a plain white, which now lay in shambles from the mud and dirt of the many travels it undertook. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary about the vehicle itself; at first glance, it just appeared to be a regular white bus with tinted windows, a vehicle meant fo