Final Destination

Stan finds that his phone has signal, and internet seems to work just fine, but there are no news articles of any sort since just after 6:00pm local time.

As Stan searches, he notices all news posts and even social media activity seems to have stopped. A quick double check reveals that, when accounting for time zones, it all stopped at about the same time.

It takes some work, but Stan is able to find more recent social media posts -- albeit from people he doesn't follow. The time stamps are all over the place, even accounting for time zones.

Most of them are the "WTF is happening?!" type of post. You'll find two or three posts from people landing at major airports and having people waiting for them to take them to safety -- including one from SeaTac a few hours ago.

Much to Sakura's concern, the phone rings until the voicemail picks up.

The shuttles arrive at the busses, rolling to a stop. The TSA agents get out, and start to move around the transports. A few will start instructing passengers to get off the shuttles and board the busses.

Everyone is tense, and it feels like a powder keg just waiting to explode.

As the last passengers from the Tokyo flight are exiting the shuttles and making their way hurridly towards the large busses, one of the agents will notice three people lumbering forward from the same direction as the shuttles had come from.

"Contact! Three forward! Three forward!"

One agent near the front of the busses will level a submachine gun, letting loose with a burst of gunfire as he sweeps it across the three figures. To anyone watching, the three seem to have no reaction to the bullets striking them. It gets weirder when one TSA agent closes with them and pulls out a large blade ("Is that a machete?!" from someone on the bus) and cleaves into the lead figure.

Agents at the busses will work to get people loaded as quickly as possible as the throng of...people?... near the doors seems to be growing.

As the last passengers of your flight board the city busses, the doors to the terminal start to give way under the mass of flesh pushing against them. One comes off its rails, crashing onto the ground. The people start to pour out if the airport, and some of the TSA agents jump onto the buses.

You all notice that the mass of people spilling out of the terminal shamble right by the TSA agents, even as some agents attack the people.

The throng shuffles towards the busses.
Drivers yell for the agents to hurry up and get on.
A few agents, surrounded by a sea of flesh, yell for the busses to leave.
A few more gunshots cut through the night air, and puntuate the overwhelming sensation of everything happening all at once.

The crowds move closer to the bus, and as they come into view everyone onboard realizes just how wrong everything has gone.The drivers can't wait any longer and, concerned they may become stuck if enough bodies surround the vehicles, close the doors as the busses begin rolling out.

The passengers lapse into silence... mostly. Someone near the back of your bus is crying softly. The reality of the situation is setting in, and the weight threatens to smother whoever is left.

The transportation makes it onto I-5, headed north into Seattle. There are cars everywhere, although many of them seem pushed to one side of the freeway or the other, resulting in some clear lanes. After a bit, you see a small group using a bulldozen to force vehicles out of the way, with a running pick-up truck nearby. Clearly, this is an organized effort.

About twenty minutes into the drive, Stan's phone chimes quietly, notifying him of a message.

Took us to Seattle Center. Safe but controlling. Had to turn in phones. Hid mine. Don't reply.

As you head into the Emerald City, the only thing you're certain of is that you aren't certain of anything anymore.

Unfortunately, Amaresh doesn't too find much on a city bus.