"HUNTERS GOT ME!" Ellis yelled out to the other three survivors who were currently fighting off the horde surrounding the four. Nick, a conman who was dressed in a white suit and a blue dress shirt and had his hair slicked back turned as Rochelle, a dark skinned woman who wore a pink shirt and ((Can't remember her pants or shoes.)) she wore her dark hair up in a ponytail she was a reporter. (News anchor.) Before the infection broke out. And Coach, a dark skinned man who was quite large and his head was balding, he was a retired football coach who just preferred to be called Coach, covered Nick as he began shooting the Hunter that had already ripped through Ellis' classic yellow 'Bull Shifters' shirt and was currently working on pulling his organs out since it had also gotten through most of the skin in his stomach. Ellis was the youngest of the four survivors, he had a chocolate brown mop of hair that was slightly curly and he usually had a cap atop of his head, his cap was knocked off when the Hunter attacked him and his previously yellow but now stained with blood Bull Shifters shirt was from a group some buddies of his made and he wore overalls tied in a knot around his waist.

Ellis let out painful cries as the Hunter kept going but Nick soon put a bullet through its head, killing it. It dropped and rolled off Ellis and Ellis Panted heavily as he watched the corpse roll down the stairs he currently lay in front of. As Rochelle and Coach got rid of the last of the Horde, Nick was looking at Ellis. "Let Doctor Nick fix ya up." he pulled his first aid kit off his back and bandaged Ellis up quickly and gave him some Pills. "The safe house is close by; when we get there we can patch ya up properly." Nick said, helping Ellis to his feet, Ellis grunted in pain and responded with a nod. Nick led Ellis to the safe house as Rochelle and Coach took care of any wondering infected, That's how the system worked. They looked out for each other, it's how they survived.

When they approached the safe house they were shocked to find that it was occupied. They heard the groaning of incoming infected that must've picked up their scent. Couch pounded on the door and Dark crimson eyes, covered by a cascade of black hair peeked out from inside through the bars. "Yes?" The crimson eyed one asked looking over the four survivors. "Let us in we have wounded!" Nick said struggling to keep Ellis up. "Are any of you possibly infected?" They asked. "No." Nick said obviously getting annoyed. "Are any of you carriers?" They asked. Though Nick didn't know exactly what the other meant he shook his head, glancing back as the incoming infected came into view.

The one behind the door hummed and nodded. "Okay." They quickly opened the door and Nick quickly led Ellis in and Rochelle and Coach followed. The one who had been at the door was a boy his black hair was messy and unkept. He wore a simple black baggy shirt and jeans. He had a katana and an AK-47 present on his person. The boy quickly secured the door as a young girl with dirty brown hair stood up from where she was sitting. Her brown hair had a faded pink tinge and half of it hung infront of her right eye. She was wearing a black and red striped singlet and some tattered black short shorts. She was also wearing combat boots, but the most stand out features about her were her eyes and the scarf she wore around her neck. Her eyes were a strange bright blue and the scarf unlike the rest of her clothing, was bright and in perfect condition. It was bright blue and pink in colour. She grabbed a sniper from beside her and walked over to the door. "I'll pick as many off as I can." She murmured after seeing the horde heading towards the safe house.

"Why don't y'all relax, they ain't gettin' in here anytime soon." Ellis' eyes widened at the familiar voice, he turned towards the voice despite his body screaming in protest. He saw a man lounging around playing with a fiddle. He had orange/red hair that was sticking up everywhere and a red and white cap atop his head. He had a pierced lip and a couple of piercings in his ears. He was wearing a BullShifters shirt that matched Ellis' before it was torn up by the Hunter, except he had ripped the sleeves off, he wore a denim vest over that and was wearing torn up jeans, the holes mostly around his knees. He also had a tool belt around his waist filled with tools. His sneakers were worn out and had a couple of holes in them. He had an axe and a shot gun strapped to his back and a silenced machine gun beside him. Also an open case which was obviously for the fiddle in his hands. There was also a guitar next to the case.

Ellis grinned and launched himself at the man despite being in a whole heap of pain. The man didn't even notice Ellis untill he was sitting in the man's lap hugging him tightly. The man looked down and a smirk made it's way onto his face. "Hey there, El." he grinned as Ellis looked up at him. "It's so good ta see ya, Keith!" Ellis smiled brightly. Keith noticed Ellis' shirt and the bandages. "What happened to ya?" He asked, his grin faded into a worried frown. "A Hunter got me pretty good." Ellis said. "Well B over there is an amazing doctor, he could help ya" Keith looked over at the black haired one now known as B who walked over to the two. "I can fix you up." he said, offering a hand to help Ellis up. Ellis looked at Keith who had placed his fiddle on the floor for now. They had just found each other again and he was injured. Even if it was just a little bit away, Ellis didn't want to. "I'll be fine y'all don't need ta worry." BB turned to the other three survivors who had come with Ellis. "Is it true?" B asked. Nick shook his head. "It was pretty horrible when I looked at it." Ellis bit his lip. Keith grinned at Ellis. "What? Ya scared he's gonna do somethin' to ya?" Keith said picking Ellis up and walking over to a spare table. "I'll stand here if ya want me to?" Keith suggested, looking at Ellis who was processing what just happened. When he finally got it he nodded. "Yeah." BB walked over with a first aid kit and a couple of different tools in his hand