"Well ain't that a first." Ellis spoke in a soft tone, accent thick and heavy as he peeked over the bush. Nose scrunched in slight disgust, he turned to the heavyset man beside him and stared as he, too, peered over the leaves, giving an almost inaudible 'Ugh'.
The first thing Ellis had eyed when he was, as usual, rushing ahead of the group was the spitter. Nothing unusual, naw. He was just planning on yelling out the usual, 'Spitter!' and rushing ahead of the bushes, shooting like crazy and attracting the horde. But what was odd was that it wasn't just a spitter he'd laid his lovely eyes upon. Oh, and when he'd realized what that spitter was doing, how happy he was that Nick was right behind him.
"Shush it, overalls!" he hissed, covering the hicks mouth with his hand and ducking behind the bushes. After a second or two had passed and all that could be heard was their heavy breathing, along with Rochelle's and Coach's, Nick withdrew his hand and allowed Ellis to peer over the bushes with that disgusted look on his face.
It was a boomer and a spitter, working together. And they were doing more then just helping each other out with killing survivors. Oh no. What with the nboises, and, surprisingly, the lack of clothes, it was impossible for something like that to be going on. rather, it must be some sort of zombie mating, or so Ellis had assumed. The Spitter 'gracefully' lifting herself and making those hacking noises as she rodewhat he could only assume was the boomers trouser snake. Occasioanlly they would exchange bodily fluids, and by that, he meant acid and bile.
"Thas' just disgusting, man." Once again, it was Ellis who broke the silence, pulling away from the bush and covering his mouth, trying his best not to vomit himself. "Ellis, you gotta quite running ahead sweety. What if you had interrupted them?" Rochelle asked, sitting beside him and patting softly at his shoulder. At that, he looked at her with a horrified expression.
"Probably would've been pretty damn funny." Nick grumbled, looking over the bush for the first time since he'd dragged Ellis down. Ugh, disgusting. What he saw was a spitter, and ... Wait, what was that ... ? "Nobody mentioned anything about this being two women. Fucking Christ ..." Nick grumbled, frown deepening.
"W-Women!?" Ellis blinked, voice not just loud enough to attract the attention of the two mating zombies. Hurriedly he popped his head up and gave a disgusted groan as the spitter lifted herself to reveal the hand of a fellow zombie dangling from the area that could've once been called her ... Well, skipping that, she pulled it out with her hands, more choking and hacking noises leaving her elongated throat as she moved her mouth down to the female boomers crotch, burying what was once her lips between the morbidly obese zombies legs.
"Sh-Shit, this is makin me sick, ya'll ..." Ellis spoke, covering his mouth and standing before grabbing his shotgun, throwing it over his shoulder and staggering away, finding a place he where he could vomit in peace. Or so he thought. Nick was, as usual, right behind him, a smirk on his face, and a triumphant look plastered across his bloody face.
"I thought you were tougher then that." Nick snorted, pushing himself off of the wooden outhouse and snickering.
"Shut up ya' prick." ellis grumbled, walking out and wiping at his chin, lower lip puffed out as he looked from first the bewildered Rochelle, then to Coach, who was staring with a look that obviously said, 'Been there, done that'. And, of course, Ellis didn't want to know.
"It's alright if you're a pussy. Fits in well with all the other things I could describe you as."
At that, Ellis arched a brow.
"And what 're those?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest and snorting.
"Annoying, loud-mouthed, hick, loser, idiot, reckless, clumsy ..." And the list went on, Ellis' slight smile falling and turning into a scowl. "Well shit, Nick. I dun' see what in the hell I dun' to make ya' hate me so damn much." he spat, pushing just slightly at the man who was now rolling his eyes and giving an exasperated sigh.
"Fuck, Ellis! Are you so stupid!? You just brought us to a live zombie porn theater, and you don't understand why the hell I'm annoyed with you!? You rush ahead, get yourself in trouble and then guess who takes the fall for it? Not your sorry ass!" Nick yelled, throwing his gun to the ground and scowling. "You're such a damn idiot, can't you just stick with the group!?"
Ellis stared, eyes slightly widened. "Shit, Nick ... I-" He was silenced as soon as a fist met the side of his face.
"You know what, maybe it's better if you don't stay with the group! Maybe it's better you rush ahead and get yourself killed! Then we won't have to look after your sorry ass!"
Nick was stunned at even his sudden outburst, and, as he withdrew his hand, he somewhat regretted being so mean to the poor kid. Somewhat. After all, he was so damn annoying, and all he ever talked about was Keith this, or Keith that. His stories got old, his rushing ahead got old, his happy-go-fucking-lucky attitude got old. Nick couldn't take it anymore. But perhaps he'd gone too far.
Feeling Rochelle punch him lightly on his right arm, then feeling the glare from Coach, he could only assume that was the case.
"Look, Ellis, I'm sorry. It's just you-"
Now it was Nick's turn to be silenced. "'S okay, Nick. I gotcha, man." Ellis spoke, smiling weakly and grabbing his shotgun that had, when he was hit, fallen to the ground. "Ya'll come get me when Nick's all tuckered out, ya hear?" the southerner spoke, tipping his hat and turning before hurriedly walking forward, leaving Nick to stare at the boys retreating figure.
"Why you, I'll fucking-" he started, feet moving and an angered expression crossing his face as he started to move, only to have a feminine hand grip his wrist. "Haven't you done enough damage!?" she cried, scowling before pulling ahead of him and lifting her gun. "You stay with Coach, and I'll go after El. Give you time to reflect on what you've done." the woman spat.
"Someday you'll be regretting it." Rochelle hissed before turning and running after the youngest boy who was now lost in the woods, leaving Nick alone with Coach who could merely shake his head and grumble, "Helluva day."