Imagine Rochelle is 23 and Ellis is 29 otherwise it would seem like an odd couple

Rochelle's pov

I don't exactly know how I got here I don't know why I am or why I am still fighting to survive but I suppose the other survivors think the same . it's a pathetically low chance of survival by yourself and right now it's at its lowest the helicopters abandoned me and the 3 others alive and were on top of an unstable hotel building shouting at a helicopter that forgot us.

"Hey look" I exclaimed and pointed towards the 4 med kits and guns I walked over and picked a med-kit and a gun "THEY COULDVE ATLEAST LEFT SOME DECENT GUNS" the large man said angrily "this reminds me of the time me and Keith got stuck in a burning building and we had to fight our way-"the boy stopped in his tracks when a common infected barged through a older male turned and shot it in its head "when I get outta here I hope I never see you people again" he seemed like a half emo half gambler

"I guess if you want to get rid of us we should get going "I

We all charged own the stairs and threw the door open and started killing the infected she legd it down the hallway and tuned the corner "shit" I said just dodging the fire The youngest male shot the window I hopped out onto the ledge and we started shooting the infected I turned to see how long the jump would be when I turned back I saw I hooded figure jump on me and started clawing at me "ahhhh fuck" I screamed in pain the 29 year old male tossed it off me and shot it and helped me up I smiled and thanked him she continued and jumped into the end window and running to the door within half an hour we were in the safe room luckily my ruined clothes could come off because I brought a bag of clothes and it looked like 2 others did too. The gambling emo didn't "I am Rochelle by the way"

"Why hey there I am Ellis"

"Coach"

"Why do you care"

"Well I am gonna get changed" I said walking into a different room

I walked out in my pyjamas and with an extra pillow for just in case