Nick had to admit, that chick was kinda pretty. Nick was currently stationed in front of a girl with a light vanilla shirt with some kind of logo in the front, a blue cap over her head, coveralls, and boots. He didn't exactly know how all this zombie apocalypse shit started, but he wanted it to end. His pondering thoughts suddenly snapped apart when he heard a Southern accent rise up.
"So, I ain't learned anyone's name here yet, so what's y'alls name?"
"Well, my name's Rochelle." A girl in a pink shirt and jeans spoke up.
"My name's Coach." Said a thick-boned man in a football coach uniform.
"Nice to meet y'all, m'names Ayllie*."
They all turned to look at Nick.
"What's 'bout you, Mr. Fancy Gamblin' Man?"
"That's not my name."
"I know, but you haven't told me."
"..And I don't plan on it, either."
"Come on now, fancy man. What's problem, y'alls too snobby for us?"
"Maybe I am."
"Chicken."
"What?"
"You heard me. Chicken."
"Whatever. Stop calling me third grade names and do something an adult would, what are you, 3?"
"You wish. I ain't givin' you mah age if you don' give me you's name."
"Why would I care about your age?"
"Because pedophiles get curious."
"WHAT?!"
Ellie chuckled and walked over to Rochelle and Coach. Rochelle snorted and Coach tried a half-assed attempt at making Nick get going.
This was going to be horrible.
'Ello there, people. Mel here. This is one of my newest fanfictions, my first, and probably my last. I have very sensitive feelings, so if you give me criticism, try to make it...nice-ish. Thanks for reading!
** Her name is actually Ellie, it's just her Southern accent that makes her say "Aylie". Just like how Nick said "Aylus" when he tried to imitate Ellis's accent.