Nick was exhausted. Stopping for breath would have been nice, but the helicopter didn't even know they were racing towards it.
His legs ached and his lungs burned. He looked back at Coach, watching the other man pant and puff. He cracked a joke, making the other glare. Then he looked at Rochelle, climbing away beside him. He smiled, trying to raise her spirits. She smiled back.
As much as he tried not to, he couldn't stop his eyes from looking upwards at the perky ass that bounced in front of him. That ass belonged to the hick; Ellis.
Nick hated to admit it, but the only thing that kept him trudging up these damn stairs was keeping that beautiful ass within groping range. The only thing that kept him killing the never ending line of infected was the thought that maybe, maybe, once this was all over, he could have Ellis.