Disclaimer: I do NOT own Left 4 Dead 2! All the characters were the genius of Valve!

"Did I ever tell ya'll 'bout the time me and Keith go' lost in th' woods?" Ellis said, while surveying the area for any infected, "Well, we was huntin' and…" the southerner trailed off at the sound of Coach's voice.

"Not now Ellis," he scolded, "It's too damn early."

Ellis muttered something unintelligible and was quiet for the first time that day. Nick breathed a sigh of relief as they kept walking. The sun was beating down on the four survivors as they were searching for supplies and another safe house. Nick scoffed. He missed the old days when this fucking infection wasn't even possible in his eyes.

Apparently Rochelle had heard him while he was thinking about life before they were forced to do this shit every day. "You okay Nick?" she asked. She had become like the mother of the group even though she never had any kids. It was just her instincts. Nick nodded. "Just fucking peachy, Ro." He said. Ellis laughed and even Coach chuckled a little bit. They walked on in search of their shelter for the night.

They came to an old warehouse. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but it would do them for the night. Coach, like always, went in first to make sure there wasn't anything too bad in there. "All clear," he said, walking back towards the group. Everyone filed in, happy to be out of the sun and able to sit down. "We have enough supplies for the night," Rochelle said, "but we'll need more tomorrow." All the guys just grunted in agreement.

Come to find out, the warehouse held everyday household appliances. There was a small stove, a fridge with old, stale food, and even a washing machine. The building even had rooms that had been turned into bedrooms. Unfortunately, there were only three so two people had to share a bed. Ro and Coach picked out their rooms and left Nick and Ellis to share the last one. "No fucking way," Nick protested. He'd kept his voice low, not wanting to attract any zombies, especially not a tank.

"C'mon Nick," Ellis said, his voice happy and excited, "its jus' for one night. We'll manage." Nick groaned and walked into the room with Ellis hot on his trail. "Fine Overalls," he said, using the nickname that he gave the hick, "But if you try anything, you're out of this room." Ellis nodded and sat on the bed.

"I'm showering first," Nick said, "when I'm done, you can give Ro your clothes and she'll wash them." Ellis nodded and watched as Nick left the room. He grinned after him. He adored Nick. He respected him as an elder and looked up to him. But lately he'd been feeling weird around him. He'd get these strange feelings in his stomach when Nick touched him or even came within touching range. Can't be butterflies, He thought, I ain't no homosexual. But his body told him differently and he was slowly beginning to believe it.

Fuck. He cursed inwardly. He couldn't be falling for the conman. It was absolutely insane! But whether or not his mind wanted to believe that, he knew what was happening.

I'm falling in love with the conman, he thought, during a fucking zombie apocalypse! He groaned, lying back on the bed.

When Nick returned to the room, a towel wrapped around his waist from where he'd given Rochelle his suit, Ellis was abnormally quiet. No stories, no rambling. He just lay on the bed, staring at the grey ceiling. Nick shook his head and scurried into the bathroom.

Damn hick, He thought.