"This is awesome!" Ellis exclaimed loudly, pumping his fists in the air. He had shoved his gun into his backpack and didn't hesitate in the slightest to be loud and rambunctious. "Ellis, sweety, please be careful!" Rochelle called to him, seeming to cringe a bit at his obnoxious carelessness. Ellis didn't seemed to pay her warning any heed.

They had been traveling for a while bogged by zombie after zombie when they happened upon a small town. Thinking there might be a safe house somewhere to stay and rest, the group ventured into the quiet town.. Only to find out it was actually as quiet as it seemed. They had barely seen hide or hair of any infected. What few they did see only required one of the survivors to take it out.

"Hey, overalls, think fast!"

Nick had tucked away his gun too, using his now free hands to collect up some small rocks off the ground. He chucked one at the younger man's feet. Ellis jumped just in time not to get struck, laughing almost childishly with Nick chuckling along with him. The two made a sort of game of it in a matter of minutes. "Those two are going to get us killed," Coach said seriously at all the noise they were making, but grinned a bit as he watched the spectacle.

"Come on, guys. Really?" Rochelle groaned a bit, but they didn't seem too intent on stopping any time soon. The two continued despite her protests, and Coach even joined in after a bit giving Ellis 'scores' for his jumps as they made their way down the ghostly empty streets.

Rochelle attempted to stay alert while the others goofed off, but she couldn't help but snicker as Ellis tripped up a bit when he jumped and made a goofy face when he actually managed to stick the landing. "Oooo," Coach said in a low voice, shaking his head, "Safe! Two and a half!"

"He got a two and a half for that?! I call bullshit!" Nick complained, throwing more Ellis' way before he could fully recover himself. "Biased ref! Overalls is cheating!" Ellis and Coach laughed, the former jumping as best he could to avoid the bitter storm of rocks being thrown his way. Rochelle shook her head at the three and let a little laugh out herself.

Nick and Ellis shortly got into a friendly argument over how many points Ellis really got when the older of the two ran out of rocks to throw. Rochelle rolled her eyes as she walked past them, going on ahead. After traveling with Nick and Ellis for so long she knew it was entirely pointless to wait around for them to finish arguing. They'd get moving when the others did.

Coach, on the other hand, was watching the two of them with an amused smile. He was admiring his handiwork (getting the two of them to bicker- though, honestly, that wasn't a very hard feat to accomplish) when a faint noise reached his ears and he held up a hand as he tried to listen.

"Hey- Wait- Shh. You hear that?" He asked in a quiet voice, trying to get the others to quiet down too.

Ellis and Nick both shut their mouths in sync with an almost audible click. Rochelle immediately stopped in her tracks. Her ears felt as though they were prickling as she strained to hear what Coach seemed to be hearing. It wasn't wise to ignore another survivor when they say they hear something. It could be the line between life or death in certain instances. But no matter how much the others strained, they couldn't pinpoint exactly what they were keeping an ear out for.

They stood in complete silence for nearly a minute, Ellis looked about ready to ask what they were listening for, when they all finally heard it. It was faint and distant, but not terribly distant though. The muffled sound of sobbing reached their ears.

"Witch!" came a hiss.

Rochelle wasn't sure which one of the two said it, but Ellis and Nick both frantically got their guns out, looking around cautiously.

"You think it's walking..?" Nick murmured, sweeping his gun along the area. Rochelle turned and ran back, rejoining the group so she didn't stick out as a single target.

Coach shook his head at Nick's question. "No, it doesn't sound like it's moving," He said calmly. Since he had been the first one to initially hear the crying, the othesr believed him and relaxed a little bit.

"Where do you think it's coming from?" Ellis asked. Coach pursed his lips and looked around carefully, listening. Ellis and the other two watched carefully as he finally turned a bit to the left. "Somewhere over there," He said, jutting his gun out in the direction he was facing, "In one of the buildings probably."

"We should go kill it."

"Are you crazy?" Rochelle exclaimed, looking at Ellis, "We should AVOID it!"

"It's not a walking witch, Ellis. If we carefully move around it we should be fine," Coach said to him, looking equally surprised at the young man's proposition.

"It's day time. It could start walking any minute," Ellis told the skeptical two, "I'd rather track it down and take it by surprise then have it start walking and take us by surprise."

"...Overalls has a point," Nick said after a long paused of contemplation, "I'm in." Ellis grinned and went over so he was next to Nick. Both of them faced the other two, looking at them expectantly.

"You've got to be kidding me," Rochelle said in disbelief, "A witch, of all things, guys, we can't- Not you too!" Coach had walked over to Ellis and Nick halfway through her protests, looking a bit regretful as he did.

"It would be bad if we were surprise attacked by a witch," Coach told Rochelle with a slight shrug, seeming to have weighed the options. "You're all insane! One of us could DIE!" Rochelle exclaimed angrily, but followed the other three when they started stalking towards the noise. She made sure to give every one of them an extremely disappointed glare and made sure they saw it too. A witch was something you didn't want to fuck around with. However, majority ruled in this case.

They carefully crept alongside a small yellow house sitting just on the street side. The paint was chipping off the outside and the inside looked trashed like every other house they had seen since this epidemic started. The crying got closer as they went around back to the fenced in yard, but surprisingly it wasn't coming from inside the home.

The small house had a small closet-sized shed that looked ready to collapse on the edge of the dying lawn. One lone infected was shrieking and banging on the door of the shed, slowly splintering the wood under it's fists. It wasn't uncommon the see the infected attempting to attack one another, but this common one would stand no chance if it could actually reach the witch crying inside the shed.

Ellis, having been the one that suggested the whole thing and was the quickest to draw out his machete, carefully snuck up on the occupied zombie. A gunshot would have certainly startled the witch and the whole 'jump before being jumped' concept would have been totally moot. The second he was within grabbing-range, Ellis latched his hand onto the top of the infected's head and yanked it back. He swung his machete around and slashed at it's neck. He nearly lobbed the thing's head off in one fell swoop.

The mechanic made a face pretty close to the silly one he had made earlier, looking back at the others to see if they had saw what he did. Nick was gaping in surprise and Coach was trying not to laugh at Ellis's reaction to his own actions. Rochelle shuddered a bit and insisted that the young man put it down. The zombie's head, still clutched in his hand, was barely attached to it's body by a unimaginably thin strip of flesh. After a couple more hushed requests he complied and then turned to the door.

Sticking his machete back in his bag, Ellis grabbed his shotgun, lightly placing a hand on the shed door. The crying, no doubt, came from inside the shed. The rest of the group immediately tensed the second he placed his hand on the door.

"We can still leave… It's in a shed, it won't bother us," Rochelle hissed to the others, still completely against the idea. Ellis glanced back at the others, making sure they were ready, before taking a deep breath and shoving the door with all his might, slamming his body into it to give an extra push. The door gave in instantly and Ellis stumbled in. There was a loud shriek the second the shed was intruded and the three survivors outside lifted their guns to fire- but didn't. They didn't want to hit Ellis.

They waited for him to bolt back out of the shed, shooting his shotgun at an enraged witch chasing after him, but it was very delayed. More delayed than it should have been. Long seconds dragged by, each of them shaking in anticipation, when something finally happened.

"DON'T shoot!" Ellis exclaimed at the others in a warning, stumbling out of the shed frantically, "Don't shoot!"

"What the fuck, Ellis!" Nick snapped, so on edge he nearly shot the younger man right in the head. It was extremely hard not to shoot when someone is telling you not to. "Is the witch in there?" Coach asked in confusion, still braced for the special infected to come barreling out.

"NO," Ellis said hurriedly, waving his hand at them, "Lower your guns!" Coach and Nick didn't budge, looking very agitated and confused, but Rochelle slowly lowered her's.

"Ellis- What is it?" She asked, slowly beginning to approach the shed. The mechanic nearly looked in shock, throwing quick glances from them to the inside of the shed.

"Holy shit, holy shit, hooooolyyy shiiiit," Ellis gaped almost incoherently, slowly dropping his gun and locking his gaze back in the shed, "It's a kid."