Hey y'all! Sorry this took a bit longer than expected, but I was typing, then I suddenly had a better idea for this chapter, and wrote that one instead.Thanks to those who review, faved and/or alerted! Hope you enjoy!

Left Behind
Chapter 2

"How the fuck did this happen?" Nick exclaimed, driving as fast as he could back to the bridge.

"Zoey, why didn't you tell us the kid was still out there?" Francis asked.

"I swear, I thought he was right behind me!" Zoey answered, holding up her hands. "I was in such a hurry; I thought that he was already in the car! The car was so full, it was hard to see if he was in or not!"

The team had driven away from the bridge, thinking that everyone was safe in the car. It wasn't until about an hour later did they realize that something was wrong. That was when they realized that Ellis wasn't in the car with them. Driven by panic, the team had immediately turned the car around and sped back the way they came.

"Alright, y'all, calm down!" Coach yelled over the argument. "We don't have time for this bullshit!"

"Coach is right!" Bill added. "We don't need more panic added to the situation!"

"Listen, Bill, was it?" Nick spoke up. "I think panic was invented for just this sort of situation! We just left Ellis to die! How do you expect us to react?"

This sentence caused Coach and Rochelle to stare at the conman. Never had they heard something from him that told them that he cared.

"Hey, I saw how that boy handled the zombies when you guys were collecting the gas cans," Louis pointed out. "I'm sure he's fine."

"Louis is right," Rochelle piped up. "We mustn't jump to conclusions. We must stay calm."

Ellis hadn't had much luck in finding a health kit. He didn't even want to think of what would happen if he didn't find one soon. He tried to keep his wounds clean, but it wasn't enough. He had already started to feel weak from the blood loss.

He wanted to stay in the safe house he was in, but he knew that it wasn't such a good idea. If he was going to find a health kit, he would need to leave the safe area to look for one, and the only way to do that was to leave and go from safe house to safe house.

A pair of yellow eyes watched the young Survivor. The yellow eyes belonged to a Hunter. But this was no ordinary Hunter. This one was different from other Hunters. For example, instead of trying to kill human Survivors, he tried to befriend them. The Hunter had only succeeded once in befriending a human. Besides that one friend, the Hunter was very lonely, for not only did he fail each other time at befriending human Survivors, but other Hunters treated him like an outcast, isolating him from the rest.

As he watched this young human, he thought of trying to befriend this one. As he sniffed the human's scent, he scented many wounds on the young Southerner. The Hunter realized that without help, this kid would eventually die from his injuries, or die from an infection in those injuries. He started to follow the Survivor.

As Ellis trekked back the way he and his former team came, he stumbled upon the wedding they had passed earlier. They hadn't startled the Bride Witch, so she still sat there, sobbing in front of the altar. Suddenly, he felt a bit suicidal. He felt a strange desire to startle the Witch, knowing that without the help of other Survivors, he would die.

Before he satisfied this strange desire, he first slipped past the Witch and walked over to the stereo nearby. He changed the music to one of his favourite Midnight Riders' songs, 'Save Me Some Sugar.' He heard the Witch growl behind him. He faced the Witch.

"If I'm gonna die, I'm gonna do so while listenin' to the Midnight Riders," he whispered as the Witch's growls turned into a blood-curdling scream.

Nearby, the Hunter heard the Witch scream. Feeling panicked, he sped towards the sound. When he arrived, he saw the Witch ripping into the young Survivor's body. Screeching, he pounced on the Witch and slashed her until she moved no more.

Panting, he walked over to the Survivor. He took one look and stopped abruptly in his tracks. Even though he was a Hunter, he slightly retched at the sight.

The young Southerner was covered in blood, old and fresh. He had new wounds on his body, plus some old ones had been opened again. But none of that topped the wound on the Survivor's face.

The kid's right eye was half hanging out.

The Hunter couldn't help but whimper. The Witch had obviously slashed him across the face at some time, causing the kid's eye to come right out of the socket, literally hanging on by a thread.

'I have to take the kid to my friend,' the Hunter thought. 'He should be able to help.'

Slowly, he put the young Survivor on his back. Then he ran towards the place he had last seen his human friend.

Upon arrival at one of the safe houses, the Hunter immediately scratched on the large, red, metal door. He hoped his friend was still here. His prayers were answered when the older Survivor opened the door.

"Jake?" the man asked.

The Hunter nodded his head, gesturing to the unconscious Survivor on his back.

As soon as the older Survivor saw the boy on Jake's back, he stepped aside to let them in. He then took the young Survivor from Jake's back and placed him on a nearby counter. Jake watched as his friend looked over the younger Survivor.

"R-R-Ray?" Jake asked uncertainly in English. The older Survivor had been trying to teach Jake how to speak English. Jake still struggled, but he managed to learn how to say a few things in English. He could also understand the language; he just had trouble saying the words.

The older Survivor, now known as Ray, faced Jake.

"What happened, Jake?" he asked. "Explain as best you can."

Jake struggled, but managed to hiss out a jumble of words.

"Witch…slash…claw…eye…blood…wounds…too much…too many…thought to…bring to you."

Ray thought for a moment before putting the words together.

"A Witch slashed at the boy and clawed his eye while doing so. Seeing too many wounds and too much blood, you thought to bring him to me."

Jake nodded, pleased that Ray could understand. Ray turned back to the boy behind him.

"Well, I may be able to save the boy's eye, but unfortunately, I won't be able to save his sight," he said grimly.

Jake was confused.

"What…mean?" he asked.

"It means that he will still have an eye, he just won't be able to see out of it," Ray replied. "Do you know his name?"

Jake shook his head.

"Been…following…him," he hissed. "Was on…his own."

Ray nodded in understanding as he carried on fixing up the young Survivor.

"Jake, pass the box of First Aids, will you?" Ray asked.

Jake nodded and searched the safe house for the kits. Ray had also taught Jake to be able to tell what's what. He found the box of kits and brought it over to the counter. Ray nodded in thanks and began stitching up the young Survivor's wounds and eye.

Eight excruciating hours later, the makeshift surgery was deemed a success. Ray finished up by cleaning and bandaging the boy's wounds.

"Okay, I will have to remove his stitches in a few weeks, but he should be fine," Ray said as he finished.

Jake nodded in agreement. Now, all they could was wait for the young Southerner to regain consciousness.

Please note that this is NOT a Ellis/Hunter slash fic.

Those who are reading my other story, You Can't Break Me, will know who Ray is.

Both Ray and Jake belong to me.

Hope y'all enjoyed! R&R please!

Until next time
D-ZombieDragon