Rochelle ran forward as fast as she could, Ellis right behind screaming at the horde running after them, Coach running sideways so he could get a couple shots off at the blood crazed infected.
Rochelle tore through the doorway of the, once again, abandoned saferoom. She made a sharp 180 turn and started to shoot at them as well, covering her remaining friends; trying not to think about the fact that there was only two men now.
Rochelle felt chills run up and down her body from the cold water and the cool breeze, instead focusing on aiming her Magnum.
Coach was about to enter the safehouse when a long tongue wrapped itself around his neck and snapped him back out, pulling him down the hill.
"Shit!" Rochelle jumped into action snatching up a tactical shotgun from the table behind her before sprinting back out, not willing to lose more than one person today.
She tore down the hill and when she got close to the Smoker she aimed up the barrel of the gun with the smokers head and pulled the trigger.
Coach jumped up and nodded at her, "Thanks." He said and the two of them ran back to the safehouse.
Ellis closed the door behind them as they stumbled in, Coach not stopping himself fast enough and near ran into the table before dropping to the floor; breathing deep.
Rochelle came to a stop in the middle of the room and bent down, putting her hands on her knees and breathing just as deep. All three of them had rain water dripping from them and as the adrenialine disapated and their movements became less their body temperature dropped.
Rochelle let out a tired sigh as she felt herself start to shake, her body working to keep her warm.
After a moment of silence she stood up and let out a deep breath. "This cannot be happening." She said as she put her hand on her forehead. The first time she had said that had been on top of a apartment building, she couldn't believe she had made it this far…
She looked around the shabby building and sighed, she couldn't believe Nick was gone. At the moment she would do anything to be sitting by him, using each others body heat to keep themselves warm.
She looked at Coach who was looking rather forelorn on the floor, half asleep. Rochelle turned when she heard the moaning of a couple zombies outside; without hesitation she pulled out her magnum and popped their heads.
She huffed and turned to see Ellis sitting ontop the table at the far wall, his whole shirt soaked in blood; she didn't believe she could look much better.
Rochelle sighed and went into the small bed room to the side, plopping down on the bed wanting to get some sleep.
Rochelle could hear the tank roar in anger as Nick threw the molotov on his head, catching the large mass of muscle on fire. Rochelle kept running, her left leg dragging and throbbing like a bee sting. Coach had his axe out and was trying his best to keep the rest of the infected off the small group. Ellis was firing his assault rifle behind himself as he ran next to Coach. Rochelle tripped on a body and fell on her hands and knees, crying out as it jostled her already damaged left leg.
She could already feel the large fist connect with back, she could predict how she would land and that there would be no getting up.
Instead of the large fist though she received two warm, strong arms around her waist, pulling her to her feet. "C'mon Sweetheart, on your feet."
Rochelle felt as though Nick was truly her guardian angel.
With his help she limped farther and farther away from the tank.
"In the house!" Nick shouted and started to guide her over to the abandoned shack.
The two of them ran inside and Nick guided her to a table against the far wall.
"It's not the best cover, but it's something for now." Nick said in a hushed gruff tone as he pulled out his medkit. "Why don't you let Doctor Nick fix you up." He smirked.
Rochelle let out a small laugh, "You sure you know what you're doing doctor?" She smiled at him.
"Oh yeah, I've done this several times." He assured, nodding and getting to work; earning a smile and admiring gaze from the young reporter.
He pulled out the roll of gauze and was about to start around her leg when the sound of a charger made both of them freeze. Rochelle grabbed her AK-47 off the table next to her and held it at the ready. "I'll get that hick if he decides to come in." She assured, chargers had a bit of a thing for her so she had a personal battle with those particular specials.
Nick looked up at her and nodded seeing he was covered and started to finish when he felt his body fly to the side, landing on his back with a hunter tearing at him.
Rochelle cried out and jumped off the table and opened fire at the killer but it was a tough hunter; it wasn't long before she was forced to reload. She cursed and ran at the hunter and knocked him off of the ex con and did what she could to hold back her tears from the emotion of the large adrenialine rush and feeling of losing her friend. Nick sat up and gave her a smirk. "Thanks Sweetheart."
Rochelle shook her head, "Cut it a little close." she could hear Coach and Ellis still struggling with the tank outside.
He shrugged, "A little." Rochelle offered him a hand up and just as their hands clasped together the hunter came back and pounced the con once more, and just as she was about to smack it off again a group of zombies came up behind her and started to pull on her arms and shirt.
A couple of smacks from their pounding and she was downed, forced to watch from the ground as the hunter tore the conman apart. "Nick! No! I'm sorry!" She screamed, trying her best to shoot past the infected to the hunter. Trying her best to kill the god awful special before it killed him.
"Get it off! Get it off!" He screamed out, trying to fight off the angry hunter, his arms and legs flailing.
"Somebody help me!" Rochelle screamed, hoping somebody would hear their cries and save them both; if not, just Nick.
She cursed as she was forced to reload her worthless pistol and head shot the remaining infected, reloading again she was about to continue firing at the hunter when she saw Nick stop fighting, falling limp under the hunters claws.
Rochelle cried out, reaching for his hand, "Nick! Nick please tell me you're okay. NICK!" She screamed, the hunter lost interest and instead of coming back to finish her as well, the hunter lept away; its shrieks fading as it got farther and father away.
"Come back! Finish the job! COME BACK AND KILL ME TOO!" She screamed out; all the while staring at Nick's limp body, still unable to reach him.
Ellis burst into the shack, "Ro! What happened?"
Rochelle said nothing as the young man pulled her to her feet, "Ro… what. Happened."
Rochelle choked and shook her head. "I dunno."
Coach came running up behind them and stopped when he saw a dying Rochelle and dead Nick, "What…"
"I dunno Coach, let's just get her out of here." Ellis said as he wrapped Rochelle's arm around his shoulders.
Coach nodded and moved out of the way, allowing the two of them to lead the way.
Coach looked behind him at the body of the excon who he had grown rather fond of and sighed. "You were a good man Nick." He muttered and walked out.
Rochelle jumped up quickly as she plopped down, feeling instead a rather hard lump. She pulled back the covers and gasped at seeing a defib lying there.
"HOLY SHIT GUYS!" She screamed, snatching up the small box and darting out of the small room to where they were patching one another up.
"What?" The said together.
She held up the small device "Defib. I'm going back for Nick."
"Ro… I don't think-"
"You can come or you can stay it's no matter to me. I'm going back for him." She said abruptly, grabbing a M16, a boomer bile and a bottle of pills and opened the door, ready for anything. She would not come back without Nick.
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Chapter 2 on it's way, just edited this one cus of al the ridiculous typos. Enjoy and review.