he spent a few hours dragging and welding parts and gadgets on to the bus but at last it was done, it now had a lick of black paint, a loader horn with speakers to talk to survivors and lure zombies and a plough of sharp rubbish to move zombies and survivors alike out the way. it was to be the Doc's war machine and home till he could find a more perminate solution. 

he layed down on one of the seats and fell asleep, and diddnt wake up till a good few hours later.