I am so sorry for keeping you guys waiting. I have so much going on right now; Junior Paper, work, school, vacation, etc. I traveled with the fam for Christmas break, and I couldn't bring my laptop. :( but anyway, I really hope you guys stay interested in the story...I think the ending will make it all worth it. Anyway, I can't believe this has over 50 reviews, you guys make my day! Please don't stop, yall are my inspiration! Read, Enjoy, & Review if you'd like! Valve owns Left4Dead2. I don't own anything else you may recognize in this either. Love yall, Kimi. Oh, and I'm sorry if this chapter is really short, I'm usuing my friend's computer and I'm not supposed to be on this site. Haha.

It had been a week since Jenna had arrived at CEDA's surviror camp. Nick had been happier than he had been in months, and Ellis noticed this change. When the southerner had first met the con man, he was bitter; unforgiving. His harsh attitude annoyed, confused, and turned Ellis on. But now, he was friendly, and there was something about his turn in personality that his boyfriend enjoyed.

Nick's eyes stirred behind his eyelids, the bright, tent filtered sun peering through. Finaly opening them, the man brought himself to a sit, the thin blue blanket slipping from his rested body. Nick's vision drifted to his left, the regular presence of Ellis' company no longer with him. The cot was empty. Turning his head, he relized that Jenna's bed was vacant as well. Groggily bringing himself to his feet, Nick stretched his stiff joints. Today the tent felt particularly humid, so the gambler decided to get some air. Stepping outside of the tent's opening, Nick was instantly brushed with the cool breeze of the remaining days of summer. Running his fingers through his limp hair, the con man caught sight of Ellis and Jenna. The two sat together in the grassy opening near the showers, their eyes focused on their moving hands. They seemed to be coloring. "So lil miss Jenna...what's yer favortie animal?" Ellis spoke softly, attempting to get aquainted with the young girl. The southerner had always been wonderful with kids, which was not suprisng. Ellis was more in touch with his inner child than most children were. Jenna thoughtfully tapped her chin with the yellow crayon intertwined in her small fingers.

"I like monkeys!" She declared, smiling brightly at Ellis.

"Aw man me too! Me 'n my buddy Keith done went to the zoo one time an' he done snuck into the monkey cage! Man was it funny! Them thangs chased 'im around like there was no tommorow!" Ellis laughed slightly. Jenna grined, continuing to color her picture. "I like when you tell stories Ellis. They're funny!" Jenna's bright green eyes drfited over to Ellis' paper.

"Is that a horse?" She inquired, pointing to his coloring. Nodding, Ellis studied his crudley drawn art .

"Yea! They're my favorite! I love horses! Yer daddy done said he ate a horse b'fer!" Jenna's eyes windened.

"No way!" The two had a good laugh together. Jenna carried on with her coloring as Ellis watched. Finaly making out what her drawing was, Ellis felt a warmness in his heart emenated through his entire body. As her danity hands scribbled across the page, she created a scene of the camp. Squared tents lined the backround, and standing infront of them was Nick, holding hands with Jenna, who held Ellis'. A tiny heart was drawn over her head. At the top of the picture, written poorly, were two simple words that made Ellis choke back a tear filled laugh.

My Family"I like yer drawin'..." Ellis sniffled, leaning over Jenna. Dropping her crayon, the brown haired girl suddenly clasped her tiny hand in Ellis' large one. Her green eyes conected with his chocolate ones.

"I'm glad my daddy met you El...I really like you a lot." Smiling, Jenna rested her head on Ellis' broad shoulder. Nick stood from the tent and smiled wider than he had in a long while. Watching them for some time longer, Nick's happy expresion disappeared with thought. The scene was depressing, when it came down to it. There sat Ellis, the man he had met through the worst possible situation, and his small daughter, matching. Their clothing matched. Blue and white, blue and white. That's all anyone ever wore. The individuality that created beauty was stripped from the world. The only thing that seperated people from people was the numbered badges the survivors were forced to wear. It was wrong. Nick was certain that this was not the way God intended the world to turn out. He had created us in all different ways, and now...that aspect was gone.

The days were growing increasingly worse as summer came to an end. Suicides had become a common occurance amoung the camp members, mostly the younger people, between twenty and thirty. The only reason Nick knew of the situation was because Ellis had told him of it. And the only reason he had found out was because the military had recruited Keith, and he had access to inside information. The blonde was forced to wear a camoflouge uniform day in and day out. One evening, while the usual group sat with each other for lunch, the whooping sounds of blades rose above them. Suddenly, everyone's face seemed to lighten just a tad bit more. "New surviors? We haven't had those in months..." Rochelle pointed out as they all stood, walking out to the chainlink fence. Keith ran ahead to the landing dock. He was the new welcoming analyist. His friends watched as the giant helicopter landed, the blades slowing to a halt. Keith brought the needle out, and held it firmly in his palms. Sounds were coming from inside the vehicle. Loud, aggresive noises. The friends curiously examined the doors of the helicopter. Suddenly, they burst open, screams echoing from inside. The soilders took a step back in utter suprise as what seemed to be a teenager, no older than seventeen, stumbled from the copter. His skin was pale, a muted silver. His form bore malnutrition, pinkish drool stringing from his lip.

"He's infected!" A man bellowed out from the resuce vehicle, a woman running out after the teenage boy.

"He's not infected! My boy's fine! Just sick is all! Please listen to me!" Obviously his mother, who yelled with fear thick in her voice. Keith stepped up to the boy and grabbed his skinny arm, jabbing the needle into it. His blue eyes widened as the scanner held the word, positive. Keith glanced up at the boy. His eyes were fogged over, a yellowish gray color.

"P-please...I'm not infec-" The young boy began to speak, but his words turned to gurggles, blood filling his dry mouth. He flinched, making himself cough. Dark red liquid spurted across Keith's face, some entering his mouth. Pulling back, Keith screamed.

"He's positive!" His voice was high as his hand wiped across his wet face, only spreading the blood across it like tribal paint. The boy dropped to his hands and knees, as he began to reguritate blood and vomit. Nicks hands quickly brought Jenna's face into his stomach as a soilder stepped up and cocked his shotgun.

"Please..." the teenager's head lifted. As soon as he did this, a merage of bullets came into contact with his face, blowing his brains back against the ground.

"NOOO!" The boy's mother sherieked, running to the now lifless teenage corpse. Holding him in her arms, she stroked his blood soaked hair. "MY BABY!!" She sobbed out as the soilders dragged her away. Keith stood, in shock. Tears pooled in Rochelle's eyes. The end was near, and they could all taste it in the air.