Nick found himself nodding off at sun rise, his head leaning against Ellis' as he fell into a deeper sleep. He'd been up most of the night and was well aware of the drool mark on his shoulder from the hick. A green eye opened after he heard a small click, then saw Rochelle putting something small into her pant pocket, smiling happily at him. "Mornin', boys!" she waved, going over to shake Ellis softly. "Sweetie, get up, okay? It's time to go..."
Ellis groaned and his eyes opened, focusing on what was in front of him. Rochelle's face was that thing. He jumped a bit and then stretched out, grinning. "Mmm, howdy, Ro..." he waved and jumped, biting his lower lip at the second body by him. "A-ah, Nick! Hell! S-sorry, man, I didn't mean to fall asleep on you!"
Nick rolled his eyes. "Don't worry about it too much, Overalls, you'll just be paying me later. For a new suit." he couldn't help but smile to himself and stand, dusting off the three thousand dollar suit. Rochelle rolled her eyes and shook her head, grabbing a sub-machine gun from off the table, some ammo and a health pack. Ellis grabbed a shotgun, running his finger down the barrel of it, eyes shining.
"Damn, I've... never seen such a gorgeous thing..." he chuckled to himself, licking his lips. Coach walked over, whistling in appreciation, grabbing an assult rifle while Nick took a second pistol, taking out the one he held in his thigh-pouch.
"Let's go then." Nick muttered, opening the safe room door. "Lead the way, Overalls, since you apparently know Savannah so well." he rolled his eyes, shooting at a group of infected, the four of them easily shooting their ways through them, keeping a steady pace as they made their way to the mall. Nick had noticed how skilled Rochelle actually was, though he saw in the hotel room, Coach was doing just fine, he knew how to aim well and Ellis... Ellis was something else. The kid was getting most of his targets with one bullet, sometimes two of them. He reloaded quickly and while he did, he kicked and punched at most of the zombies.
"Nice shooting, Ellis!" he called out, distracting the boy. He shot at an infected person who was going to attack the brunette. Rochelle sighed, shaking her head before stopping when she heard the fimiliar thundering stomps.
"No... Not another one of them..." she prayed, reloading her gun and biting her lower lip, aiming at the narrow opening, finger on the trigger. "Wait up, guys... There's another one of the big guys coming..." she warned them, they all took place behind her, aiming their guns straight ahead. As soon as Ellis shot a test shot, the large infected began to charge at them, roaring loudly, ripping a piece of the concrete off the path and chucking it. The team seperated, but began to fire none the less, swearing as the bullets didn't do much to the Tank. Ellis flinched and kept shooting, the Tank throwing more slabs of concrete at them, charging ahead. Nick rushed down the stairs, dragging Rochelle with him and Coach was guarding their backs, he went back first.
"Fuck, where's Overalls?" Nick asked, his green eyes scanning the entire area. "Shit, ELLIS!" he called out, eyeing him in the distance, backed up into a corner, the Tank cornering him quickly. He felt his heart drop, his eyes wide. Why did he care? The kid was annoying, stupid and a hick. Why didn't he want to see this monster rip the boy to shreads? He almost yelled out the boy's name when the Tank shoved it's massive fist into the mechanic's stomach. Instead, he rushed over towards the two, shooting at the back of the Tank's head repeatedly until the creature fell to the side and Ellis was in a heap on the stone floor, eyes glazed over in pain.
"Young'un!" Coach yelled, he and Rochelle making their way over, standing behind Nick, who scooped the tan man up, his breathing laboured.
"There's the gun store..." Nick muttered, staring at the two of them, heading forward. "We can put him down there and then help him out." Rochelle stared down at him, then the Tank and swore to herself quietly, then nodded, running forward to clear the way of the common infected. Once they were safe inside the room, Rochelle began to tend to the younger male's wounds, trying to get him to drink something. Coach had found a speaker and was talking into it, speaking to the gunshop owner. He groaned and shook his head, strolling over. "Guys, the owner... He said he'd clear the path for us if we get him cola in the store across the way."
"Coach, we can't do that right now... Ellis is hurt..." Rochelle said quietly, supporting the boy with her body, holding him close.
"We need to get through to the mall." Coach argued, sighing roughly. "Dammit, this is just terrible..." he stared at the closed door, clenching his fists together. "Nick, come with me and we'll go and do that so these two can stay in here..." he said lowly, eyeing the conman. Nick stared back and was wiping his hands on his pants.
"You can't be serious, Coach, really." the dark haired man sighed. "Really? Without Rochelle and Ellis? Come on, man..." He laughed softly. Coach just stared back at him, then eyed Rochelle.
"Baby girl, can you protect Ellis 'n be able to drag you both up here? Or come with us and hide him well enough?" Coach asked her, his voice serious. At hearing his name, Ellis let out a low groan noise that started a coughing fit. His insides hurt a lot and he reached to hold onto his chest.
Rochelle stared at the smallest male. "I can protect him and when it's clear, come back here to get us..." she said, lifting Ellis up and moving them to a corner, sitting in front of him, gun cocked. "Just go, you two... We'll be fine here..." With that, Coach and Nick went on the journey to grab the cola.
"Who's going to go in and grab it?" Nick asked, raising an eyebrow. Coach stared at him. "Fine, dammit, you better not let any of these bastards in here though until I find the cola." the conman then broke the door to the store, rushing in and searching around for the six pack glass bottles. He swore at how loud the alarm was and really wanted it to stop, aware at the horde that Coach would be up against wouldn't stop coming until it was turned off. He sighed, picking up the cola, rushing towards the entrance. "Coach, go!" he ordered, rushing past the man, punching different infected people in the face and prying their clawing hands off him. He was desprate to get to the old man who promised to clear a path for them, desprate to get out of this hick town and desprate to make sure Ellis was doing alright. Coach was behind him, shooting along as the younger conman rushed up the steps, headed to the door's slot. "We have the cola, here!" the slot opened and he put the bottles in, then moments later, the large truck that had been there, blocking their way was gone with a loud explosion.
After the two fought off the remaining zombies, they made their way back down into the gunshop, staring ahead at the other two survivors in the corner, Rochelle's face covered in blood as she sat, reloading her gun, a pile of bodies across the floor behind the counter. "Damn, girl." Nick commented, unable to stop himself from grinning. "How's our little warrior doing?" he glanced behind, Ellis' eyes still closed from before and he walked over, helping the girl up, patting her shoulder. He then leaned down to pick up the twenty-three year old, holding him bridal style, staring at his face. He sighed and glanced at the others, heading out towards Liberty Mall, which was in sight.
They rested inside of the safe house for the night and half the day, sure that the evac station would be abandoned. They were inside the mall now, though and that meant they were closer to getting out of Savannah. Rochelle and Coach had watched over Ellis before, now it was Nick's turn, he had the boy craddled in his arms. Ellis hadn't made much noise for the past day and it was beginning to worry him. Not that Nick cared, of course. Ellis was just another person he'd be leaving after they got through this. The conman sighed, taking a bottle of water from his health kit, placing the bottle to the mechanic's chapped lips. He coughed weakly, shaking his head, water dripping down his mouth.