A few of you said that the last chapter was a little rushed, and I agree. So I will try and take my time with these next few chapters, and I may go back and add more detail and what-not to the last.

I opened one eye, looking around the dark room in the field of vision it allowed. It sounded as if everyone else was asleep. The room was completely dark, and it made me wonder just how late it was. We must not have been asleep for very long in that alley.

Ellis was laying behind me, sound asleep. His breathing was scratchy but otherwise he looked alright. Then again I could barely see. My head was still throbbing. The ringing in my ears was a little louder, making it a little hard for me to focus. I reached up to the wound on my head, and felt it was still sticky with blood.

Francis was snoring. Well, it could have been Bill...or Nick...or maybe Louis. Okay, I really didn't know. I had never heard anyone snore before so for all I knew it could have been each one of them.

I laid my head back down, feeling suddenly dizzy. Ellis shifted beside me. Well, it could have been Nick, who was asleep a few feet away. It echoed in here. Either that or I couldn't hear straight. My back felt a little better, a few stinging scratches ran up my arm from the fencing. Zoey must had pulled my sleeve back.

It was weird what could happen in only a few hours. We had just been sleeping in an alley. Now we were hurt and hiding in a dark place. I hadn't really taken the time to look around at what this place was. It would have to wait till morning.

I started awake again, feeling a wave of shock running down my body. Zoey apologised and looked through my hair again, sighing once or twice.

"Well, I guess I can say it stopped bleeding..." Before she could finish, Francis snorted behind her.

It was brighter, definitely day time. A small, rectangular window shun dusty light on us, making it feel like we had just sneezed in a pile of dusty books. Ellis chuckled, talking quietly to Nick.

"What did you mean when you said you hadn't killed that Tank?" Ellis asked, getting another snort from Francis.

"Well, it was more like he fell and knocked himself out. With out luck he bled to death." Nick sighed, "Although I think I saw a family resemblance in Francis."

"Shut up Colonel Sanders."

"I'm just sayin'"

Zoey stood and tossed a pebble at Francis. I slowly stood, feeling my weight tilt to the left. Zoey caught my shoulders as I fumbled to get my leg underneath me.

"I think your North and South are a little backwards." Ellis chuckled. I huffed and righted myself, focusing my vision on the two men leaning on the wall. Both had their legs out in front of them. Ellis's wrist was wrapped in gauze, his grey shirt covered in dust. Nick had bed-head.

The room was more of a cellar. A few wooden boxed were stacked in the corner. More Ceda posters and and graffiti covered the walls. There even seemed to be a conversation of some sort. This wasn't even a Safe House. Although it very well could be.

"I love Zombies."

"Your a moron."

"No. Your a zombie *insert funny face here*"

"Wow. Its like high school bathrooms all over again."

"Can someone hide the pens?"

It made me chuckle slightly, knowing people could still talk to one another. Even if the same two people would never continue with one another. Ellis followed my eyes, smiling.

"Louis wrote the last one. Nick wrote the one above that."

I sighed and yawned, feeling my head throb a little more. I walked slowly, falling into Ellis's lap. He placed a hand on my head, coughing roughly. "Why didn't you tell Ro and Coach where you were going?"

"It was the middle of the night. I heard gunshots. This place was pretty much free of Zombies so I didn't see much wrong with investigating. Besides, I saw...Bill was it? Figured he needed help. Damn was I right."

"We didn't have much ammo so, like I said, that Witch drove us back. Turns out, there not to fast on uneven ground. Coach finally hit her with the butt of his gun and shot her. He needed to get closer but he couldn't until she began to get tired."

"I don't know. Maybe I just needed to go outside. I would have never guessed you were that close to us." Nick trailed off, looking down at me. I only then noticed his eyes were as green as mine.

Ellis took a breath, deciding how he was going to explain everything. "I don't know how far I ran. But I fell down a hill and just couldn't go no further. Chip found me, that how I met him. We got lost from the get-go. We slept in cars for two nights because I couldn't find that Safe House."

"Another Hunter attacked me. I didn't even see the sucker comin'. All I could do was hide in this crumbling house. Chip disappeared and came back with Francis's belt, which had some health packs on it. Zoey followed him and that's how I met these guys. We went to the bay and Virgil picked us up after he saw the sign. He dropped us off here. I couldn't believe how quiet it was. We barely came at Zombies. That Tank was the first dangerous one we saw."

Ellis had now closed his eyes, tapping a finger on my shoulder. Nick chuckled, trying to lighten the mood slightly. "Leave it too you to befriend a Hunter. And then have the best god-damn luck with him."

I snorted, tapping my finger on Ellis's leg. I felt sleepy, despite my some-what good sleep.

"Where the hell did you get an RPG?" Ellis asked, his southern accent suddenly thicker then I remember.

"Ask Bill. That man can smell any gun within a 100 foot radius."

Speaking of which, Bill and Louis were no where to be found. I lifted my head and tried to see if there was some hidden corner where they may be hiding, but it was just us five.

Ellis saw me looking and placed a bandaged hand on my head. He must have hurt his wrist. "They went to get what we left. Should be back soon."

Coach

I stared out the barred window, watching a paper or two roll across the beaten road. Rochelle sat behind me somewhere, sniffling.

"Nick 'll come back. Don't you worry girl. He wouldn't just leave." I looked over at her, slumped against the wall.

"But he did 'just leave' Coach. Why didn't he say anything." The last sentence came out as a sob. She couldn't bare to loose Ellis. She couldn't bare Nick's disappearance any better.

"You know he's been feelin' restless. He probably just went for some air." Of Course I couldn't be sure. But if it made Rochelle stop crying, then that's a good enough reason to say it.

I couldn't believe he would just leave us, not after everything and how far we've gotten. That just wasn't possible.

Ellis

Chip had fallen asleep, listening to our conversation, curled in a ball at my side. Zoey and Francis were moving about, each looking out the door from time to time, waiting for Bill and Louis to return.

We were going to have too stay here awhile since Chip and I were not fit to travel, and Chip had a concussion. The only thing we could do for it was to stay and rest for a few days.

Nick sighed and stood, snapping me back to attention. He riffled through Zoey's bag and found his pistol. She watched him bewildered, as he moved towards the door.

"Where do you think your going?" She asked, snatching the gun from his hands.

"I'm going to find our friends." He said indignantly, reaching for the pistol only to have her move back. "Oh no, I am not doing this again." He lunged at her, grabbing it from her hands but she did not let go.

Most people could tell you that having one hand on the handle, and the other on the very end of the barrel was not a safe thing to do.

But Nick was not a safety regulation kinda guy.

"What do you mean again?" She pulled a little harder, kicking at his shins.

"Never mind. Just give it to me!"

"You can look for them when Bill and Louis get back!" She made one more strong pull and he let go, huffing back to the corner.

Im sure you all know why Nick wasnt going to do that again. Thsi was short but my computer battery hasnt been holding a charge so we ordered a new one and it won't be here until like the 24th or so. So I wanted to get a chapter uploaded in the case th battery died completely.