Hey all. It's been a while since I last posted anything on this site. So, I figured I'd write a lil something to get myself in the spirit. I recently got into Left 4 Dead and when I played L4D2, I fell in love with Nick x Ellis. This is mostly a practice to see if I could talk like Ellis. Yes, this mentions Keith x Ellis and Nick x Ellis. If you don't like it, tough luck. So, without further to do, enjoy. And please remember to review.

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So much had changed. God, was that an understatement. Savannah was overrun, and New Orleans was destroyed. America ain't what it used to be. Maybe it would be easier to just give up. I mean, it was a miracle that they didn't shoot us on sight. But I won't get to go home. My ma is dead. Dave is dead. Jeremiah is dead. Keith is de-

Naw.

Keith can't be dead. He's stubborn as a mule. I remember this one time, me 'n Keith were havin' a tug o' war contest at the mudhole. First person to fall in lost. I had gloves on, but Keith decided that anything worth doin' was worth doin' with yer bare hands. So he grabbed ahold of that rope and started tuggin'. Well, his grip was so poor I pulled him right in the mud. His hands were all tore up, but he didn't seem to care. He didn't even stop pullin'. He wasn't gonna stop til I was in the mud with him. Well, eventually he managed to drag me in. He had mud all through his hair, and god he was a sight. I'd never loved him more. He and I kissed the first time right then.

God, I just wanna curl up and ferget this ever happened.

Still. There're some good things that come from this here mess. Ro' and Coach and Nick…

Nick… He used to hate me so much. He'd make fun of me, and joke 'bout me bein' a hick. Even joked about the Tunnel of Love bein' a 'Cee-ment River'. God. He softened up though. He's been good to me. He even supported my weight when that Tank nearly killed me on the bridge. He jumped down the ledge and insisted I jump into his arms. Ro' and Coach were already heading onto the helipad. He carried me bridal style to the chopper while I shot zombies over his shoulder. I rested my head in his lap all the way to safe zone. He kept pettin' my hair.

We been sharin' a tent at the safe zone. I guess for all intents and purposes me 'n Nick are a couple. I never thought I'd think of anyone that way since Keith, but Nick has practically doted on me. Not too out in the open about it. Anyone that didn't know him wouldn't know any better. But I've been around him long enough now to recognize courtin' when it happens.

Sure, I'll prolly never get a box o' choc'lates from him, but that's okay. He ain't Keith, but he's better. Nick's good to me, and if my ma were around, I think she'd approve. So…I guess, MAYBE, this apocalypse hasn't been so bad. Don't get me wrong. I miss everyone. Miss 'em somethin' fierce. And Nick won't fully replace the holes they left. But he can begin to patch 'em up. And for now, that's enough.