Chapter 8
A/N I am so sorry I have missed the update, even after just the schedule. I just want to inform you that I have opened a poll, which I would appreciate participation. It is about my uploading schedule. I want to know if you would rather the schedule which is in place now or to have a chapter every week, but it would be longer and in more detail. Feel free to check the poll out, and too vote. It would be greatly appreciated. I may hold more polls in the future to help you guys have more of a part of the story's. Also I know this is short but I wanted to get this out quickly for you guys.
"What the hell are they doing?" Francis said, as Zoey let out a loud scream. A group of birds flew out of the group of trees they had run into. They floated up into the sky, squawking loudly.
"They are probably messing around" Nick said, his hand on his stomach. Rustling came from the tree line. The group all expected it to be Ellis and Zoey returning. There was a loud moan before out from the trees appeared a group of zombies. About six of them. They ran straight for the group, and they were soon shot down. Everyone looked at each other. The same four letter word racing threw their minds. Shit.
There was another group of moans, when the pain in Nick's stomach intensified. He moaned out of agony, before passing out. He fell to the floor, his hands falling of his stomach, revealing a red blood stain. Coach rushed to his side and carefully picked him up. Rochelle was about to run and help him when more zombies stumbled out of the trees. The group killed the large group, and kept an eye out for more.
"Let's get to the building. It will provide cover when we see what's wrong with him" Louis said, pointing in its direction. The group nodded in agreement, and headed over, when more zombies stumbled after them. This time, the group couldn't kill them all, there was to many and the more they shot, the more attracted.
"Hurry" Francis said as he started to jog backwards, shooting infected.
Ellis held onto Zoey tightly, as he carried her back the way they had came. Her sobbing had subsided and she was just staring at nothing. As he held onto her frail body, he was terrified of snapping her tiny frame. He climbed up a not so steep part of the hill they had fell down, and climbed up. His eyes darted around, looking for any nearby infected that may be around. He made his way through the undergrowth, using his shoulders to knock hanging shrubbery out of the way. He pushed a hanging branch full of leaves, out of his way. It revealed the pier they had arrived on, but their group had gone.
"Mr Conman?" Ellis called, his voice laced with confusion and fear. Zoey finally came out of her daze and looked up at Ellis. Even from that angle, with a direct view up his nose, he was attractive to her. She looked at the vast amount of stubble which was covering the lower portion of his face. She just wanted to reach up and touch it but she knew how strange that would be. She continued to look up at his face, when he glanced down at her. A confused and amused expression plastered on his face. His brilliant green eyes sparkling in the light.
"You okay darlin'?" He asked, as he looked around, searching for his missing group.
"Yeah. Thank you." She said, pushing herself as an attempt to get out of his grasp. He noticed what she was doing, and carefully lowered her so she could get up. She smiled at him, before pulling the gun which hung from a strap around her shoulder, off and held onto it tightly, surveying the area. She knew she had to be strong, and ignore the fact Bill had died in vain.
"Where did everyone go?" She asked confused. Ellis shrugged.
"I have no idea" He replied, they both looked around worried, when Ellis remembered the large hotel building.
"Maybe they went lookin' in that large building there" He said gesturing in the general direction. Zoey nodded and wiped her cheeks and eyes with the back of her hand.
"Let's check there then" They both walked together, pointing their guns around, making sure there was no nearby infected. They walked back into the tree line, following the shore line this time. The trees were lush, and a vibrant green, matching the colourful scenery. They pushed the low hanging branches out of the way with the end of their guns, as they listened out intently. Now it was just the two of them, they had to be extra careful.
They made their way out of the tree line again, and found themselves next to the hotel looking building. They could hear a far of banging noise. They made their way quietly round the front of the building. Both had guns in front of them, prepared. They saw a group of common infected clawing at the front, glass door. There looked to be about 30. Zoey pulled out a Molotov from her pocket, and lit the end with a lighter she kept with her, for such an occasion. She flung it into the crowd, and the pair watched as the group burned. She just watched emotionless, instead of her normal wanting to cry, or throw up at the smell of burning flesh, and the wails that erupted from the re-dying corpses. She vowed to herself, she wasn't going to cry in front of anyone again. She couldn't show weakness.
The fire died out and left a group of burnt corpses. Ellis covered his nose with his hand and looked to Zoey who just stared at the remains. She strode over to the door they were trying to knock down, to find their group, who was gathered around Nick, who was lying on the ground.
"They're here" Zoey said, trying to push the barricaded door open. It didn't budge. Ellis tried to help her too, and both failed. After giving up Zoey just knocked on the glass, and Rochelle's head turned, with her blood shot eyes. She had been crying. Panic filled the pairs bodies, as she walked over to the barricaded door, and shifted the large wooden drawers out of the way. As well as the many chairs. Ellis' hand found Zoey's without even thinking, out of fear for his comrade. She looked down at their entwined hands, but did not object. Rochelle pulled the door open and the pair hurried in, and helped her barricade it behind them.
"Sorry we left. Nick's-" Her voice croaked, and she stopped as more tears threatened to fall. Ellis feared the worst. Zoey felt his pain, and gently squeezed his hand. They could hear discussions behind Rochelle, in the group gathered around Nick, and worrying squelching noises.
"What the hunter did to his stomach. It was fucking deep. Needed a bunch of stitches, but he didn't say anything. He passed out. And we need somewhere to take him." Rochelle's thoughts were mixed up out of worry.
"Is he okay now?" Ellis asked, his normally joyful eyes filled with worry.
"They had to get something out of his stomach, a fragment of claw or something. They got it out. They are sewing him now. I can't bear to watch." Zoey let go of Ellis' hand, giving him a small smile, and hugged Rochelle. Rochelle hugged her back tightly. Fearing losing the guy she was falling for. Ellis wrapped his arms around both the girls, making a massive hug.
"It's going to be okay" Zoey comforted, not knowing what else to say. Rochelle nodded, and looked back over the arms of the pair, who were attacking her with a hug. She saw Francis and Coach picking up Nick carefully, and taking him off to a room. Probably so he could rest, or to finish their job elsewhere.
"Have you made sure this place is safe?" Ellis asked.
"Yeah, I checked when they were helping Nick. We have more than enough bedrooms this time." Rochelle said, laughing to herself. Ellis and Zoey looked at each other and laughed to.
