I rolled over, watching Ellis closely. The rain water was making him sick. And no food was making it worse. His face was pale, a raspy cough escaped his throat here and there. The rain was still pounding outside. Despite the early sun, it was still quite dark.
I yawned widely, tilting my head back. I knew we had to keep moving, but I didn't want to wake Ellis any more then I wanted to walk in the rain. I sat up, stretching my arms. I shook my head bring my hood forward.
I jumped into the front seat, quietly pushing the door open. I cringed back from the cold rain, hissing lightly. There was no way we could walk today until the rain subsided.
Ellis was still sleeping, now on his side, and I curled up next to his stomach as a dull crack of thunder made me wiggle a little closer.
"Pup...Come on Pup, we have to get movin' " Ellis whispered, shaking me gently. I grumbled and sat up, looking my friend in the eyes. He was still tired. Dark circles were forming under his eyes. Well, they have always been there but where now more defined.
He placed his hat on his head and sighed. "Lets try and figure ou' where we are. At least then we can get somewhere." I nodded, looking out the tinted windows. The rain had died down a bit, making visibility a little easier. I pressed my nose to the glass, leaving my face print in the cold window. Ellis chuckled weakly, patting my shoulder.
He opened the door to his right while I pushed open the one on the left. I held in a sharp intake of breath as the water made my temperature drop. Ellis motioned me forward, grasping the tire iron in his fist. I stared for a moment, not remembering him picking it up after the Charger attack, or if he had even let it go.
The roads were pretty empty. And if there was a zombie, they didn't notice us through the thick rain, and we didn't make it a point to get their attention. My jacket was doing little against the water, and I knew that Ellis, who had no jacket, was freezing. His whole body was beginning to shake horribly. We had to stop severel times so he could rest. His limbs becoming exhausted.
We still had no idea where we were. The houses were beginning to get spaced apart, and a swampy stream trickled here and there. I was afraid we had gone in a circle, and Ellis was growing impatient. It would be quite awhile before I would hear him talk. And when he did it was more to himself then me.
I finally pushed him under the small porch of an equally small shack, Each side looked like it had been pulled off of a tin can. The ground was flooded but the metal above us cut off the rain. We squished inside, closing the door. Ellis leaned his head back against the wall, letting out a shuddering breath.
"I'm abou' ready to give up..." He whispered, covering his eyes with his palms. I lowered my head, a flash of lightning peaking through the cracks of metal.
I leaned forward and grabbed his pant leg in my mouth, dragging him back outside. We at least had to find a place to rest that wasn't drowning. Ellis groaned and pulled back, earning a sharp glare from me.
Ellis glared back, intent on giving up and dying out here slowly. But I wouldn't have that. I grabbed his wrist and yanked him outside.
Zoey
"I hate rain..." Francis complained, running a hand through his short hair. I rolled my eyes, shaking some water out of my eyes. Bill was still trudging on ahead of us, Louis pulling up the rear.
The rain was falling mercilessly. I would be the happiest women in the world if I never had to see water again. Francis continued to complain, making it a point to make it Bill's fault for the sky raining.
I tuned him out, falling back with Louis. The young man was limping, taking a pill or two. The Witch's hadn't caused major damage. The only wound he had was from hitting his hip on the concrete as she shoved him down, but she had grabbed his ankle as well. Bill and I had run her off before she ripped through his stomach. That's the thing about Witch's, they know when to run.
I yawned, feeling my body grow a little more sluggish. I couldn't remember the last time I had gotten more then six hours of sleep. But when ever I had gotten the chance to sleep longer I couldn't do it. I would always wake up, no matter how tired I was.
Maybe it was knowing that it was my turn to keep watch. Or maybe because I knew that anything could happen if I was sleeping. Or PTSD...I don't know.
A crack of thunder made me freeze. Bill chuckled, adjusting his hat. "Damn rain. Always has to come at the worst times."
"I hate rain." Came the distant grumble.
"You said that already." Louis mumbled, coming closer to my left.
"I don't care...I still hate it...Just letting you know how much..." He growled, looking over his shoulder. The sun was beginning to set. The clouds turning a deep red. I yawned again, covering my mouth with my sleeve. "How much further?" I called over the loud wind.
"The map said...hell I have no idea. Half of it was scribbled out." Louis called back, scratching his shoulder.
I sighed and lowered my gun, feeling it gain five pounds. My hair was falling out of its ponytail. Falling into my face and sticking to my wet skin.
"Gaaah!" Francis called, falling back as a black blur rushed passed his shoulder. The surprised man climbed to his feet, raising his gun.
"Francis move!" Bill shouted. In the time it had taken for Francis to aim, the Hunter had already gotten into a crouching position, crawling forward. He easily knocked the unaware man over into the water with a splash. The gun disappeared under the water with a blub blub before it was gone. Francis frantically tried to push the smaller man off him as we worked our way closer. But the rain and black night made it hard to see what was happening.
With the sound of a snap the Hunter ran passed me, running into Bill and knocking Louis over.
"-The fuck...he just ran off with my belt!" Francis exclaimed loudly, holding his pants up with one hand while flapping the other wildly around. "The med kits were on it!"
"Don't worry. I'll get it." I offered. Heading after the infected.
"Zoey, wait!" Someone called behind me. But I barely heard under all the rain.
Poor Francis...