The tank roared like Nicks ex- wife when she found out that Nick had gambled their entire car to the Russian Mob. Throwing a red 1991 Honda so close to Ellis that his hat flew off and landed all but 10 feet away.

"You boys mind helping me shoot this tank!" Yelled a slightly annoyed Rochelle to the guys, who were running and shooting blindly as the group tired to make their way to the safe room, and of course, Rochelle was the only one to gat a good shot.

Nicks Magnum caught the tank in the eye, causing it to stumble and call out in rage. "Who you callin a boy?" Nick winked like a 16 year old at the dark skinned woman. The stunned tank remembered what it was doing and continued after the survivors.

It was catching up to them right as they reached the safe room, but with adrenaline in his system, Nick stood right outside the door and shot his last 3 clips from his SMG into the tanks chest and face.

"COME GET ME YOU SUNNUVABITCH!" He yelled as the tank came closer and closer. "Nick, git the hell in here!" screamed a bleeding Ellis doing the best he could with just a single pistol. "Aww shit, he ain't gonna listen." He sighed as he reloaded and downed a bottle of pills.

"Nick-" but Rochelle was cut off by the tank swatting Nick away like a fly, and attempted to reach for Rochelle.

The pink, hulk-like hand, just one second away from crushing the young woman, was hacked by fire axe. The tank roared and looked at the wound, it was deep, gushing and there was a large black man trying to chop of the tanks fingers.

The tank roared and backed away from the saferoom, giving just enough room to let a hunter pounce Coach. The bearded man grabbed the hunter by the neck and shook him until the was a sickening crack. And the hooded zombie fell limp.

The tank screamed in anger, pain and frustration, "Who the fuck is this black dude!" was the only thing going on in the tanks mind.

Coach, not in the least frightened by the tanks cries, roared right back in the tanks face. Letting out all his hate, fear, anger and every other feeling he's gotten during the infection.

Then there was silence. The tanks mouth stayed open and drooling. Rochelle and Ellis looked at each other. He would never tell anyone, but Ellis's bladder weakened for a second. Nick, recovering from the tank's bitch-slap, looked up, confused and dazed. But the scene in front of him told him not to make a sound.

Coach smiled and laughed a heart warming laugh. As his laugh became a chuckled and slowly died down, his eye brows clenched, eyes turned into piercing orbs, and his muscles started to flex. "What now, bitch?".

The tank stood frozen, the fly on his jeans became dark and wet (he pissed himself). Coach took his axe and chucked it into the tanks right shoulder as it started to run away. Ellis came up behind Coach with his pistol. He aimed with all his might, and fired.

It got the tank right in the ass. The tank roared and fell over. Not moving or making noise. Coach looked at the young man, who had a stupid grin on his face. "Well, shit. Good shot boy!" He laughed as he patted Ellis on the shoulder, and walked into the safe room.

Rochelle ran out to help Nick up and to tell him how dumb he was.

"Nick, you almost died, you know that right?"

"Well, it's a good thing we have the black Chuck Norris on our team."

"Hey, guys? Y'all know where my hat went?" Asked a nervous Ellis.

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