Hey y'all. I know it's been a while since I've updated anything. My other stories will get updated soon, I just thought of adding another one. I apologies if this is a stupid 1st chapter, but the idea wouldn't go away, and I hope the story will get better :)

Hope y'all enjoy!

Left Behind

Chapter 1

"Louis, you're a badass with that gun!" Nick yelled up to the four other Survivors. "Are you sure you don't wanna come with us? We can leave Ellis behind."

Ellis heard Nick's comment, but he knew it was a joke.

"Where are you guys headed?" Bill asked as he watched the new Survivors gather the gas needed to fill the generator.

"New Orleans," Coach answered. "Wanna come with us? Hell, we can even leave Ellis behind to make room for y'all."

Ellis was a bit surprised that Coach would mention such a thing, even for a joke. But he knew that the older man didn't mean it, so he went back to work. While they worked, the other team thought about whether to join them or not.

Soon, the generator was fueled up. But before the new Survivors could get into the car, the other team climbed down (Louis with some help). They have decided that maybe it was best to team up with another group.

Ellis, Nick, Coach and Rochelle were happy that this was the other team's decision. But before they could celebrate, they all heard something.

"Holy shit…" Ellis murmured, looking into the distance.

The others looked to where he was looking, and saw something they all dreaded.

"You have GOT to be kidding me!" Rochelle yelled.

Not one, not two, but THREE Tanks had arrived on the scene!

"Looks like they came to finish off what they started!" Francis yelled. His team had encountered three Tanks only a few days prior.

"Run for the car!" Louis yelled.

The others didn't need to be told twice. Ellis was slowly falling behind, as he was the most injured of them all.

"C'mon, Ellis!" Zoey yelled.

"I'm goin' as fast as I can, man!" Ellis responded, limping as fast as he could. He was almost there, until one of the Tanks caught up and cut off his escape route.

"Shit!" Ellis yelled, trying to get away from the Tank. But the other two were blocking the way back. Desperate, he ran into a different direction.

Bad idea.

He ran right into a dead end. He turned around and saw the three Tanks gaining up on him, slowly starting to corner him.

"Ah! Guys, help me!" he yelled, trying to catch a glimpse of the car and his friends.

What he heard and saw next almost broke his little heart.

He heard the sound of the car's engine roar. He looked up and saw his friends driving away from the scene, leaving him to die.

The Tanks were still coming closer.

Ellis thought that this was it for him, until he noticed something he didn't see before. There was a small alley on the right side of the dead end wall. He pulled out a Molotov cocktail.

"Burn in hell, you sons of bitches!" he yelled, throwing the Molotov and setting all three Tanks on fire. As soon as that was done, he ran into the small alley and hid from the Tanks. The Tanks tried to follow, but they were too big to enter the small alley. Eventually, they all burned to death.

Shaking, Ellis slid down the wall into a sitting position and hugged his legs. He put his head on his knees and burst out crying. For the first time during the zombie apocalypse, he was shaking, frightened and alone. He still couldn't believe that his friends abandoned him like that.

He stayed in that position for hours, unable to move or stop crying. Finally, he slowly got up and walked out of the alley. He took some more ammo from the pile for his M-16, and took the small lift back up to the higher platform. He decided to go stay in the safe room his team was in before the whole generator fiasco instead of staying on the bridge like the others did. With the bridge down, it would be much harder to stay safe up there.

He closed the door and sat against the wall. He thought about patching himself up, but then he remembered that he didn't have any health kits. He would have to bear with his wounds a bit longer, until he could find another First Aid. He got up from the floor and lay down on the bed.

That night, he cried himself to sleep.

Please don't hate the other seven Survivors! It's not what you think! You'll find out what happened in the next chapter!

I'll try to update this and the others as much as I can, but schools gonna start again soon, so again, I'll try to update!

Hope y'all liked this! R&R please :D