So, I'm going to try to do a set of prompts for Nick x Ellis. This is the same prompt list that I tried doing for Cloud x Riku in the KH fandom, and really couldn't get it off the ground. So, wish me luck. And remember I do not own this fandom.
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Prompt 1: Mail
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It had been three years. Somehow, CEDA managed to get their shit together and had cleared out the cities. The government kept the citizens safe while keeping the horde at bay. The population was not as sparse as was originally assumed. Entire towns weren't really decimated by the virus, while others were overrun. Out west, Seattle was still mostly in operation, because they managed to get a hold of the situation. Philadelphia and New York City were dead zones. Most people lived in small communities, mostly where the large cities used to be.
Nick and Ellis settled down in a suburb of Savannah. Ellis because it was his home; Nick because he had no home to go to. Rochelle moved back to Ohio, where she picked up a reporting job. The television systems were up and running again. Coach moved out to Seattle, meeting up with his sister-in-law and her daughter. They were the only family, aside from the other three, that he had. Honestly none of them knew why they still called him Coach. His name was Wesley Baker. They had found out when they were being processed at the internm—evacuation camps. They had found out everyone's full names. Rochelle Fiona Everett. Ellis Garrett Devereaux. Wesley Alan Baker. Albert Nicholas Delligatti. That last one got a few chuckles. Nick was less than amused.
They all made it a point to keep in touch. They all cared for each other too much to not do so. E-mails, phone calls, and letters when something special happened. Rochelle sent a postcard when she traveled to Morocco, and she sent a flowery invitation when she got married a year ago. Marques was a good guy, and he traveled with Ro when she had assignments in other states. Coach sent a letter when his niece, Kailey, gave birth to a bouncing baby boy, Derek Thomas.
Speaking of keeping in touch, Ellis got a letter in the mail, shortly after arriving back in Savannah, which nearly sent him into a frantic sprint across town. Nick literally had to knock him (gently) to the floor and sit on him, in order to calm him down.
Ellis had opened it and stopped breathing.
Dear El,
I know you won't believe it, but I'm alive. Me and Dave made it out of Savannah and headed to New Orleans. I heard a few weeks later that a group of four survivors had somehow made it through the bombing run. I had no way of knowing if it was you. I checked on CEDA's survivor registry. I first looked for every Ellis Garrett Devereaux. Then all the ones from Savannah, and I found a couple of addresses. I did a little confirmation. I live back near the old neighborhood. The shop is still in tact. I'll see you soon.
Keith
Ellis grinned up at Nick, who looked supremely unsurprised. When asked, he simply responded with a lightly scathing, and fully joking, comment that any hick who can survive half the shit Keith did would have no problem surviving the zombie apocalypse.