Oh no she didn't.

Oh yes she did.

Guess who joined the bandwagon?

SamanthaRose, but that's not the point...


The sun was setting over the horizon, and the 4 struggling survivors knew that if they didn't get to a safe room in time, they would be horribly disadvantaged, what with all the beings that wanted them for dinner.

"I see a porch light; there must be a safehouse up ahead!" Rochelle cried out, relieved. Coach shot a pouncing Hunter and turned to face the only female in the group.

"You run up ahead, I've got your back. Nick, Ellis; you with me?"The two were back-to-back shooting the oncoming horde, they nodded without looking at Coach and he ran after Rochelle, shooting a lingering Smoker with his sights set on the female. Ellis threw a pipe bomb out and beckoned for Nick to follow him towards the light. Nick ran after him, sights completely set on the safe room; he was one hit away from collapsing. This, however, made him fail to see the Charger ready to attack whoever crossed his line of sight. Ellis was ahead of Nick.

Before Nick knew it, a large blur whizzed past him and knocked him to the ground, he looked around wildly to see what hit him and saw with sickening horror that Ellis was being pummeled by a Charger.

"Hold on Overalls!" Nick called, scrambling to his feet and pulling out his Scorpion, aiming at the huge monstrosity, but an even bigger monstrosity smacked both the Charger and Ellis away. The Tank let out a roar and ran after Ellis, who was under the now dead Charger. "Coach! Rochelle! We gotta Tank here!" Nick yelled towards his other teammates. He looked back over at the Tank and started pumping lead into its back, which caused it to turn around and face Nick. Nick's eyed went wide and he started walking backwards, reloading his gun and not daring to tear his eyes away from the unforgiving Tank's.

"Nick, keep that thing distracted, Rochelle's got your back," Coach called out as he and Rochelle sprinted past him.

"Oh? And what will you be doing?" Nick called, barrel pointing straight at the unmoving Tank.

"Someone's gotta get Ellis outta here and into the safe room." Nick nodded and the Tank took it as his cue to attack. He ran to Nick like a gorilla as Nick ran backwards, shooting it in the face. He could hear Rochelle with her shotgun behind the Tank, but with its stamina; it would reach him a lot sooner than he'll fall. True to Nick's assumption, the Tank reached Nick at an alarming speed and bashed him into a tree.

"Anytime Rochelle!" Nick yelled as he dodged the Tank's punch.

"I'm pumping as fast as I can!" She yelled, suddenly the Tank dropped to its knees and starting falling towards Nick, he rolled out of the way and watched the Tank fall face-first onto the ground.

"A little help here," Coach called, the two ran over and helped Coach to push the Charger off Ellis, Coach and Nick carried him to the safe room while Rochelle did quick circles around them, watching them from any angle she could.

The large slam of the heavy red door made the group let out a breath they didn't know they were holding. Because the safe room was in a residential house, they were able to rest the unconscious form of Ellis onto a single bed.

"He's in worse shape than I thought," Nick spoke, turning to his other companions. "Rochelle, I need you to look for any medical supplies, gauzes, antiseptic, anything. Coach, you get some rest, we should have at least one person rested up just in case. I'll help Rochelle."

"Are you sure man, he's in bad shape," Coach questioned.

"We'll be alright," Nick assured him. Coach nodded slowly and walked into the next room, Nick heard him cry out in delight upon seeing the queen size bed and a loud thud indicating Coach falling onto said bed.

"I found a lot of things, the last people in here were well equipped for anything," Rochelle spoke, walking into the room with a cardboard box marked with a medical sign.

"That's great, but we can't use it all." Rochelle sat it on the bedside table and looked down at Ellis.

"What's the diagnosis?" She asked quietly, realizing the young boy had turned a deathly pale colour.

"Well, there isn't any bleeding, but there's this..." Nick lifted Ellis' shirt to his collarbone and Rochelle gasped. There were huge nasty purple bruises in the shape of the Charger's large hand, Nick slowly rolled Ellis on his side and showed Rochelle the cuts and abrasions on his back from falling on sharp rocks on the ground. "He'll have a few broken ribs and a concussion, he shouldn't move from this bed for at least a week."

"But the evac..." Rochelle murmured.

"I know, we'll have to ask Ellis when he comes to whether he wants to stay and rest or risk it and make it the last few miles through the city." Rochelle fell onto the edge of the bed, rubbing her temples.

"I have to go..." She ran out of the room, almost teary-eyed.

"Ro, come back! Ellis needs help!" Nick called, but with no answer. He sighed and looked down at the young boy, face calm regardless of the agonizing pain he'd be in if he was conscious. "Alright then, nothing a little ointment can't fix, right?"

"Ro? What is it?" Coach asked, sitting up on the bed and rubbing his eyes. Rochelle was sitting on the end on the bed with her head in her hands, sobbing quietly. He scooted beside her and placed a burly arm around her shoulders.

"I've tried to keep level-headed about all this stuff, but hearing that Ellis can't really move right now has made me really scared that we might not be able to get out of this hell hole. I mean, that image of all the rescue choppers leaving us on the rooftop keeps haunting my dreams over and over..." Coach pulled her into a one-armed hug as she cried into his chest.

"Maybe you're the one who needs the rest more than I do."

"I can't, those helicopters..." Coach slowly guided Rochelle to the head of the bed, lying her down and rubbing her back soothingly as she drifted off, sighing audibly. Nick walked into the room and saw the two on the bed.

"But I-"

"I had my rest, and she needed it more than I did."

"Well then, you might have to come in here and listen to what Ellis is saying..."

Dun dun dun...

Check out my other story too. It's killtacular.

- Ulluoa

PS - If anyone wants to play L4D2 with me, I will kill small children to keep my streak of playing Ellis. Jussayin. I will fight you.