"Jesus Christ, it's a god damn wedding."

"Now that's just a damn shame. These people get all nice an' dressed up just to turn into zombies," Ellis shook his head before noticing something in the distance, "Oh shit, Jockey!"

Coach swung his ax down, severing the Jockey's head before it had a chance to pounce. "Serves 'em right for having it outdoors. Making people get all dressed up just so they can sit in the damn heat, sweatin' their asses off. And what are these, plastic chairs? I know we live in the South, but have some damn class."

Rochelle lifted her shotgun, blasting a groomsman in the chest as he shuffled toward her, "And do you see what that Witch is wearing? How short is that skirt? It's your wedding, girl, not prom."

Ellis perked up, firing away with a pistol in each hand. "Man, prom was some shit! Me an' Keith got us some camo tuxes and rented us a Hummer limo. We didn't have us no dates though, 'cause Keith's girl got mono and gave it to my girl so we hadda go stag and-"

"Ellis, sweetie," Rochelle threw a pipe bomb away from the park, "not really the best time."

Nick stopped in his tracks, "You wore a camouflage tuxedo!"

"Hell yeah! Keith an' me both. Looked bitchin'."

"Just when I thought you couldn't be any more of a hick, Overalls."

"We ate dinner at Waffle House."

Before Nick had a chance to respond, there was a loud screech from the bushes and a Hunter had pinned him to the ground. Ellis was quick with his pistols and a few well-aimed shots put the Hunter down. Ellis kicked the zombie's corpse off the conman and knelt down beside him.

"Shit, Nick, he got you good. Lemme patch ya up." Ellis pulled the medkit off his back and began applying bandages to Nick's chest. "Say, Nick, ya ever think 'bout getting' hitched again?"

"Fuck no. Once was more than enough. I've told you about my ex-wife. I'd rather face a Tank with a frying pan than walk down the aisle again."

Ellis nodded, "Oh, 'kay, jus' wonderin'."

"Why do you ask?"

Ellis mumbled incoherently under his breath.

"Oh, God. This isn't about…" Nick lowered his voice, "This isn't about those little breaks we've been taking away from Coach and Rochelle, is it? Because I thought you knew those were just to blow off some steam."

"Yeah, yeah, no, it ain't nothin' queer like that. I just wonderin' if you ever might wanna have some kinda thing that's not jus' 'bout the fuckin'."

"I thought you said you weren't gonna get attached?"

"I'm not attached," Ellis cried defensively before lowering his voice again. "I don' even like you, Nick. You're kinda an ass."

"That so?"

"Yeah."

Nick smiled, "Tell you what, Overalls. We don't die and we make it to New Orleans, how about I buy you a dinner?"

Ellis scoffed, "Pfft, fag. Taking a man out to dinner." He paused. "Can it be crawfish?"

"Fine."

Ellis finished bandaging up Nick, "I guess that'd be alright then."

"You're absolutely not wearing any camouflage."

"Oh hell no, dinner's off."

Ellis helped Nick to his feet, their hands holding together a little longer than necessary.