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"Hey, Ellis? Sweety?" Ellis felt a pat on the cheek and a tussle of his hair.
"Not now ma', I'ma dreamin'..."He let out a short sigh and turned over smiling. Rochelle giggled before being pushed aside by Nick. He pulled out his hand gun,cocked it, then aimed it at the ceiling and shot three rounds. The sudden clash of the exploding metal sent the southerner to his feet.
"GOD AL'MIGHTY! ARE THEY IN TH' HOUSE?!" He shook and grabbed a near by bat. Rochelle went toward him while Nick was laughing his balls off.
"No! no. We were just trying to wake you up..." She turned to Nick giving him a disappointed look while Coach walked up behind Nick and gave him a good smack on the head.
"Argh! Damnit, Coach!" Nick shouted. Couch chuckled, throwing a health pack over his shoulders. The reporter turned back to the boy and paused.
"Hey, Ellis..." Rochelle looked at his bare legs. Ellis, still groggily, wiped his eyes of eye boogers and responded with a 'hmm?'
"Why aren't you wearing pants?" Everyone looked down at Ellis's exposed legs. Nick's eye twitched but continued to look puzzled for his sake. Ellis gave a quick look at Nick who seemed just as embarrased as he was. He gave a quick look around pretending to be looking for his coveralls.
"This reminds me of a story of me and Keith running around town in a-"
"Just get your pants on Ellis!" Nick yells from across the room. Ellis stares at the conman before running off to find them, Rochelle however, walks up to Nick.
"Jeez, Nick. Whats with you? Your alot more irritated than...well...irritated." She says blankly, realizing she doesn't know alot about him then she thinks. Nick slicks back his hair and stares off outside. The sun was out and it seemed like they were more exhausted then yesterday.
"Nothing, sweetheart. Just alot to absorb..." He walks off to help Coach load some fire arms.
"Hey Nick." The black man's voice was thick and rumbled in his throat. Nick turned toward him while securing a bat to his pack.
"Yeah, Coach?"
"I want you to do me a favour..." Nick paused and slowly looked at the bigger man.
"What kind of a favour?" His eyebrow arches as he pulls out his smokes.
"A favour that involves you being more sensitive to that boy..." They both turn toward the 23 year old peeing in the corner of the safe house while whistling 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'.
'Seems like his systems are ok' He thought, smirking to himself from the thought of last night.
"That doesn't seem like my kind of favour..." Nick responds raising the torch to his mouth before a black hand pushes it away.
"Well, you better learn to like it. He needs all the support he can get physically and mentally, that's how good teams work together." The two looked at eachother mean and hard. Nick knew he lost, Coach was...well, a coach, and he knew what kept a person/player healthy.
"We'll see. I wont make promises, this kid makes me want to slap some sense into him." Nick finally flicked on his lighter and lit up his cigarette. Coach gave a low chuckle.
"I could say the same thing to you, Nick." He walked away shaking his head smiling. The gambler kept a poker face and continued to stare outside at the mess.
"THERE IT IS!" Ellis whacks a head off a zombie before pointing to the sign with 'GUNS' in big letters.
"No, duh, Overalls!" Nick says between breaths. The four were on the overpass, slamming down on coming undead. Rochelle was up with Ellis, trying to keep up as he began to dash to the stairs. Nick and Coach however were busy with a Tank, pushing zombies out of it's way to take down the two.
"C'mon Guys! It's jus' pass th' parkin' lot!" He nearly squealed with delight and clicked his heels together when he was at the stairs. Suddenly, the noise of a cackling howl was heard and be for they knew it, a Jockey had jumped over the overpass fence. Everyone turned to the spider like zombie as it started to jump toward Rochelle. She let out a scream as it lunged for her and had her in it's grip.
"HELP! GET THIS THING OFF OF ME!!!" Her screams were almost grunted when it started to rip into her back. Before Ellis could go back for her, Nick was already charging off at the thing. He used the butt of his gun to whap it off her and sent it face first into the fence. The mumbled cackles were still audible before Nick pressed the tip of the gun to it's head and pulled the trigger. Ellis quickly went to Rochelle's aid and watched as blood and muscle spewed on Nick's suit and face.
"Ey', ya' ok, Ro?" He tilted her head forward so she could spit out some blood. Nick turned to Ellis and saw him trying to carry her...bridal style. The conman charged up to them and easily picked up the bleeding Rochelle.
"Go help Coach..." He glared at the hick, picked up his gun, and ran for the gun shop. Ellis was taken back at the order. It wasn't a 'go help our buddy, coach' it was more like 'dont touch her'. Something inside him felt eaten, but he pushed it aside and turned back for the last survivor.
"'Bout time someone came back for me!" He sounded frantic while looking at Ellis and the remaining Tank.
"Sorry there Coach, Ro was ina pickle." The duo were finally able to kill the damn thing and began to run crazy when they heard another swarm.
"It's okay son. I'm happy she's ok." Ellis nodded gratefullyand turned back to the gun shop with that same gutted feeling.
This Chapter's so short =_=
Jeebus, o well...