Fanon:The Storm Hunter (Adventure Series)

The creators of the comment ninja's present: The storm hunter

(This story is told from Joseph's point of view. Joseph is the main character in this story, and has no relation to anyone in real life. Any relation to a person's life is purely coincidental.)

The authors include ''Neptune_Ninja_Comics, and Mistytrainz. Any other edits will be deleted unless Neptune or Mistytrainz approves.''

Chapter 1: Alone on a bus
I sat up, staring out the window. It had been a day since I had walked a foot off this bus. It wasn't a school bus, but more one of those "travel around the U.S.A buses", with semi-comfy seats, and a bathroom. It was also high up from the ground, bigger than a truck, or a regular bus. With that being said, it's easy to know when a storm is coming, since the windows are also huge. It was a cloudy day to begin with, but the stormy part wasn't visible until 2:00 in the morning, when I woke up due to loud thunder. Since I couldn't go back to sleep, I simply just stared out at the storm.

"Hey." a voice rang.

I looked over to find a boy about my age looking over from across the isle.

"I guess i'm not the only one awake." he said.

I rubbed my eyes and sat up, in my seat.

"Yeah your right." I said.

He looked out the window.

"Cool storm right?"

I took another glance out the window.

"I wouldn't exactly say cool, but yeah." I joked.

"My name is Andrew, by the way." The cool storm person said.

"My name is Joseph." I said.

"Cool." Andrew said, stretching his arms a little.

"How old are you?'" Andrew asked suddenly.

"twelve." I answered.

"Me too." Andrew said.

"huh." I answered again.

I looked out the window.

Before it felt like I was on this bus alone. But now I finally had someone to talk to.

Lightning flashed.

The storm would only get worse from there.

Chapter two: The crash
I started to notice that the lightning got really bad around 3:15 AM. I started to write in a journal at this time, because if there was some big tornado, I was going to be a survivior, with a journal that historians found 200 years after.

The bus slowed suddenly, and a man got on.

"Give me all your money, right now." he said, holding up a gun.

Everyone on the bus suddenly went into full blown panic.

I realized that I couldn't have historians look at my journal 200 years later, if I died now.

But, just around then the tornado got close.

The bus suddenly went like 80 feet off the ground.

I don't remember much about this part.

All i remember is hearing a big "SMASH!"

Then blacking out.

Chapter 3: Sights of disaster
I woke up maybe at around 11:08 am. It was cloudy and rainy, and I was lying down on the side of the road.

I brushed my hand agaisnt my head, but stopped because I was bleeding.

I looked around where, I was.

I was near a field, and my phone was on the road, smashed.

The bus was on the other side of the road.

"This must be a miracle, that i'm still alive." I thought aloud.

"oww." I suddenly realized how much my head hurt.

What a day. First I was threatened by a thug, then probably thrown off a bus.

What fun.

I slowely got up.

It was hard to stand, and I felt dizzy, probably from blood loss.

I walked up to the bus.

I saw things I will probably never unsee.

I looked in the broken bus mirror at myself.

I looked terrible.

I checked for any survivors, but there was none that I could find.

But first I had one main objective.

Journal... where is it, come on... I thought.

I spotted something similar to my journal.

But it was the thug's gun.

Come on.....

But then I realized something.

...

I needed a weapon.

I grabbed the thug's gun.

"owww!" I screamed.

As it turns out, my hands were scratched up bad.

I need to pick the gun up...

I winced as I picked the gun up quickly and stuffed it into a half burnt pack I found.

I quickly put the pack on.

I'm thirsty...

I thought this over and over, as I pondered what to do.

But something interupted me.

Chapter 4: Through luck, there is hardship
"Joseph!" Andrew's voice rang out.

I looked behind myself and saw Andrew, and one other person.

"Your alive?" I shouted, while running to him.

"Yep, but the bus driver might be dead soon."

He set the person he had with him on the road.

I looked down, but i wish I haden't.