"Hello?" Zoey called out into the night "Anyone... hello? Please! I'm all alone! Somebody! Anybody!" she once again called. But only silence replied. Zoey had lost count of how many hours it had been since she had been separated from Louis and Francis because of that Tank. She was just lucky it didn't come after her otherwise she would have been Zombie Soup. The brunette continued walking along the abandoned and cracked roadway, that had cars literally topped on each other and corpses lying around.

I just hope I don't set off a horde of Zombies to come after me... or anything worse... she thought to herself I just hope that the Tank hasn't killed Francis or Louis, not after what happened to Bill... I knew I shouldn't have legged it away! Even though they told me to run I should have stayed! That's what friends do! She scolded herself in her thoughts. Zoey got lost in her imagination, daydreaming about her wonderful past, well... it wasn't that wonderful having to study everyday and not having many friends to hang around with... but it was certainly better than what was happening now. She began to wonder if the Zombies would die out, she wondered would she ever see the world turn back to normal again, and would humanity somehow re-populate and create a better civilisation. But the chances of that were highly doubtful, but if you put enough thought, effort and planning into it, it could be possible it could happen. As she walked on, Zoey came across a building, but strangely she stopped right by the doorway of it, the young female looked up at the bordered windows, and could see light peeking through the tiny uncovered holes; surely somebody had to be there if there was a candle lit or something. Zoey approached the door her hand shook as she reached out for the metal handle; it was slightly warm, as if somebody, recently, had a tight grip on it.

She slowly and carefully opened the door and entered the building, but the only thing in front or beside her was a stairway that led up to the top half of the building, there was no bottom floor at all. To prevent any infected from getting in, she closed the door and got out her pistols. Zoey quietly crept up the stairs with her two lethal weapons sticking right in front of her If there is any infected here... I'll be screwed she thought. As she reached the landing at the top of the stairs, she heard faint talking Survivors?... she hoped in her head. Eventually, she had the guts to speak out in case she was just hearing things "H-hello? is there any survivors in here?" she asked.

"... Did y'all hear that..." one voice faintly said "... sounds like a girl..."

"... Great, did one of those crying bitches learn how to speak human..." another, but this time a rather, unimpressed and frustrated voice said. Zoey clearly heard what the last voice said, but tried to ignore that she heard it.

"If there are any survivors... I'm immune... 100% immune..." Zoey stated, as she held her weapons out, she stood still and scanned the room with her eyes, as she did, she caught the sight of a door-knob being turned, and eventually a door opening, out of the doorway, peeped a big, black, bald man, that seemed to be wearing a purple t-shirt, a black belt and light brown trousers with dirt and water stains at the bottom, this wasn't just any man, it was a man she recognised and helped earlier in her travels, his name was Coach.

"... Young'un?" he asked, looking at her.

"... Coach?" she replied.

"Man! What the hell are you doin' here" he asked in a happy and suprised tone.

"I-I got lost, and... I saw a light peeping through a uncovered hole in the bordered up windows... I thought Louis and Francis would be here-"

"Who is it Coach?" a voice interrupted her.

Coach looked back into the room.

"It certainly ain't a crying bitch that's learned how to talk, that's for sure" he replied.

"You mean? It's a survivor?" a female voice seemed to cry out in joy. The others immediately rushed out of the room and saw poor Zoey just standing there, looking like a complete heap.

"Rochelle… Nick... Ellis?" Zoey calmly said in surprise "You're here too?"

"Well, it looks like we're here don't it?" Nick stated in a sarcastic manner.

"Honey, what on earth are you doing all the way out here? I thought you were supposed to be heading in the opposite direction" Rochelle beamed.

"Well, you see, me, Francis and Louis were on a boat, and well... the boat we were sailing on kind of sunk because a tank threw a rock at it... so we had to swim back to shore... and you see... the tank chased us, Louis and Francis told me to run to the safe house and said that they'll meet me there within a matter of time, but I got lost..." Zoey explained.

"And I'm presuming you went with your gut instinct and wandered anywhere until you found us" Rochelle finished her sentence. Zoey nodded and wiped the sweat off her forehead.

"But..."

"But what?"

"But... I don't know if they made it out alive or not... and I can't find or hear them"

"Okay, well, we're staying here for the night you can join us and we'll help you find you're friends in the morning?" Rochelle offered.

"... Really? I'd love to, but I'd hate to be a bother-"

"Listen, I don't usually agree with this sort of stuff, but I think you should stay here" Nick added "Besides, I'm sure Ellis here will keep ya company" he laughed. Ellis elbowed Nick and shot him an unimpressed look.

"Okay, but, what happens if you can't find them?" Zoey sadly asked, everyone stood silent, that was until Ellis spoke up.

"If we can't find 'em, y'all can stay 'ere with us" he said in his deep southern accent. Everyone quietly laughed at Ellis, and Rochelle stood forward and held out her hands.

"Okay" she laughed "but first, I'm gonna have to wash those clothes, nobody likes dirty clothes".

Zoey tightly clutched the arm of her jacket and hesitated "But... they're the only thing I have, what else am I gonna wear?" she nervously asked.

"Good question, because while I wash your clothes you're gonna go in the bath... or at least have a shower"

"Uh... I'm fine, really, having to swim back from the sinking boat is a good enough bath for me"

"Honey, that's dirty sea water, you need a proper bath, something that will refresh you" Rochelle corrected her.

"... I guess you're right..." she nervously giggled.

"Hey, whether you're scruffy or clean, you still look better than Nick!" Ellis yelled out to Zoey, cheering her up.

Zoey strolled down the hallway and entered into the bathroom, closed the door and stripped her clothes off, she slightly cracked the door open, and passed her clothes to Rochelle, once again she closed the door, and untied her hair, her thick brown hair immediately bounced down to the bottom of her shoulder. She ran the shower, and stood in it, surprisingly she thought the water would be cold and icy, which in fact it wasn't, it was actually quite warm. Zoey grabbed a bottle of shampoo, and rubbed it into her hair, then rinsing it.

She repeated this several times, then washed her body with a bottle of shower gel, not knowing that she had been in there for nearly a full hour, she decided to get out and turned off the shower. Luckily there was one towel left on the rack, she picked it up and tightly wrapped it around her whole body. On the sadder note, Rochelle had not finished cleaning her clothes, Zoey opened the door but only very slightly and yelled out for Rochelle to pass her clothes.

"Sorry sweetie, I thought you'd be in a lil' longer, i'm not finished with them yet"

"Is there anything I can wear apart from a towel or a blanket?"

"Uh, not really, sorry" Rochelle replied. This is the most embarrassing situation I've ever been in... especially since the others can hear what i'm shouting Zoey thought It's either I come out now, or I stay in here for another hour or so...

Zoey tied her wet, clean and shiny hair back in the pony tail she originally had it in. Then she remembered, the white tank top she had underneath her jacket, that was crystal white, especially since she had never took her jacket off, so it couldn't off had blood and zombie insides splattered all over it.

"Well, can you at least pass me my white tank top, I've never had my jacket off so it's not marked with dirt" she asked.

"Sure thing... Ellis, sweetie! can you hand Zoey her tank top?"

"TANK! WHERE?" he screamed.

"N-no! Ellis! her Tank-TOP, her tank top" the african-american women repeated. Phssssssh, he's so funny when he's daydreaming and not paying attention she thought. Ellis got up from the sofa he had been sitting on and Rochelle handed him her top, and he walked towards the door, but looked down the hallway and handed her the white top she thanked him and pulled the top over her head, with the towel wrapped now only around her waist. Now she had to wait until her trousers had been cleaned.

Eventually, after all the waiting had finished, her trousers had been cleaned along with her jacket, by this time, she was already dry from head to toe and was no longer wet. She changed into her trousers, but left her track jacket off and entered the room where the others were.

"Feelin' any better?" Rochelle asked. Zoey nodded her head back and forth "See, told you taking a nice clean shower would refresh you"

"Yeah, um, listen, I didn't thank you properly for letting me stay... So, thanks"

"Hey, no problem, any survivor we come across is welcome to stay... as long as they seem immune and not crazy" Coach bellowed in his deep manly voice.

"Yeah, also, since you're with us now, you have to do whatever we say" Nick added.

"What?"

"You heard me kid... whatever we say..."

"No fair! just because I joined you're group, doesn't mean i'm now you're slave!"

"Leave her alone Nick, jus' cause she's new don't mean y'all can go and make fun o' her!" yelled Ellis.

"He makes fun of everyone boy," Coach stated.

Rochelle lightly laughed at them arguing "Look's like Ellis and Zoey are gonna get on real good" she giggled. Ellis' cheeks slowly burned up red knowing that Rochelle, Coach and Nick knew his secret that he had a crush on Zoey he considered it love at first sight.

Just then, Zoey stretched her arms out, yawned and rubbed her eyes, it had been a unusual and tiring night for her, and she was definitely ready for some sleep, "it's been an unusual day for you hasn't it? you better catch up on your beauty sleep, 'cause we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow" Rochelle explained.

"- Whoa, whoa, whoa! hold up! there's only 3 rooms, and we have 5 of us here" Nick interrupted.

"That's alright, Coach can have the first room, I can have the middle room and Zoey and Ellis can share the last room"

"And where do you expect me to sleep Rochelle?"

"On the sofa with your lousy personality"

"... lousy personality my ass..." Nick mumbled underneath his breath.

"Uh, does this mean I have to share a bed?" Zoey nervously but kindly asked.

"Oh, no! of course not!" laughed Rochelle "there's two beds in the room you're sharing". Wow, for a second there I thought I'd have to share beds with him, jeez, that would be so embarrassing Zoey thought. Without knowing, Zoey's face had an expression of surprise and relief, which Nick silently laughed at, Rochelle saw suit laughing and told him to shut up. Zoey once again yawned, she was extremely tire due to fighting Zombies all the time. "You're more tired than I expected, if you don't get some sleep you're gonna end up looking like poor Rochelle here" Nick joked on. Zoey expected Rochelle to instantly snap back, but instead of taking it seriously she just laughed along with him just like the others did. These people weren't as bad as she expected, even though they seemed nice back at the bridge, she thought they were just putting on a big act to try and fool them. Well, she didn't think that about Ellis when she first met him, she had the same thoughts of him as she did now. "Well, I better be off to bed" she said walking down the hallway into the room she was sleeping in. The others agreed with her and left Nick to patrol the building and to fend off any infected, especially special infected.

The room she was sleeping in was about the size of any bedroom and inside it was two bed's with a thick blanket neatly folded on each one and two comfy pillows. Luckily there was only small windows fixed in, so no infected could break in or get out. Soon after she entered the room, Ellis came strolling in after her, he had a calm and tranquil expression on his face, but inside, his heart was pounding just being beside her would send him crazy in love. "Uh, Zoey, is it... um, is it alright if I, uh shut the door?" he stuttered.

Just as Zoey lay down in bed she sat back up.

"Sure, I can't really sleep with the door open either... drafts come through" she confirmed.

"...Um, this might sound a lil' weird but... can I take me shirt off 'n all?" he nervously asked.

Zoey froze for a second, but then had the guts to speak out.

"Uh, 'course you can..." she anxiously replied.

"Oh, uh... thanks, 'cause I just don't want you to be uncomfortable 'n that, plus I also have to sleep with my shirt off, I've done it since I was lil' kid" he bashfully explained "but I just want to make sure you're okay with that"

"I'm fine with it" she simply said. Ellis nodded and weakly smiled at her, within a matter of seconds, his shirt was off and only is bare chest was showing. Skilfully he managed to remove his top without knocking off his blue and white trucker cap.

Zoey couldn't help but stare at his torso she was expecting it to be all bruised and battered with scratches all over, when in fact, it was nothing like that. His chest was actually the complete opposite of that; she also couldn't help but notice he had a small two-pack ab on him. Ellis soon caught Zoey staring at his upper body, but all he did was simply gaze back until she noticed. Eventually she did come to realize that he was aware of her staring at him. Zoey could feel her cheeks quickly getting redder and redder. So, to avoid the embarrassment, she lay down in bed and soon dozed off into a deep sleep.

Authors Notes: So, this is my first chapter of Addition, what do you think of it? in my opinion I think it's pretty good. I assure you the next chapter will be up in a few day's or weeks depending on what I can think of can happen next, I have a slight idea on what to write, I just need to develop the idea a bit more.

~ The-British-Lassie (A.K.A. Rachel)