A/N: Thanks for the reviews :) Short chapter that I didn't really know how to end, kinda got ahead of myself and started writing the next chapter without finishing this one x.x so sorry if the ending sucks, anyway, let me know what you think, Enjoy!

The only sound in the safe room was the scuffing of white dress shoes on concrete.

Ellis stood watch at the door, watching the older man pace back and forth across the length of the saferoom.

Zoey sat in the back corner, her legs pulled to her chest. She watched Nick fearfully, praying he wouldn't yell at her again.

As soon as she asked who the two men were, Nick had blown up at her.

Ellis had looked down at her. "Ya don't recognize us?" he asked sadly.

Zoey could only shake her head as Nick snapped and began to yell. "Just fucking perfect! Just real fucking perfect! How the hell did you even hit your head? Just fucking perfect!" Nick went on for another few minutes of yelling and kicking stuff across the room.

Ellis tightened his arms around the shivering college girl. "Nick, calm down," he muttered. Nick glared at him before turning on the poor kid, lashing out on him, yelling until he gripped his chest in pain and collapsed to the floor.

Once Ellis got some pain pills down the older man's throat, Nick had gone silent and went to pacing the room, not looking at either of his companions. Both of the younger survivors remained silent and out of the way.

"I'm going for a walk," Nick said after a moment and pushed past Ellis to leave the room. He paced just outside the door for a moment before checking behind the bush again.

As soon as he had awoken, he had ran outside to see what was behind the bush to find nothing there. He had been re-checking every hour or so just to make sure.

Ellis watched the man in the suit dig in the bushes before going back to pacing. He frowned.

Zoey sneezed from where he sat.

"Bless you," Ellis said, turning to look at her.

Zoey tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thanks."

The southerner sighed and walked over and sat next to her.

"Don't worry 'bout him, he gets like that sometimes," the kid said. Zoey just nodded but remained silent. Ellis watched her. "Ya really don't remember anything?" he asked.

The college student sighed. "Not really, just some pieces here and there. Most are about some older guy. I think he's dead now, and there was something about a jail or prison... I don't know..." Zoey buried her head in her knees.

Ellis gently rubbed her back. "Ya probably just got that amnesia thing, ya know? Shit, my buddy Keith got that so many times. Son of a bitch thought he'd try bungee jumping off the town bridge so he got some bungee rope and tied it around his ankles and jumped. People thought he was commitin' suicide or something so the police showed up and shit. Well, Keith didn't measure the rope and so it was too long and he hit the ground and was in a coma fer weeks and when he came to, that son of a bitch couldn't remember his name. His memory eventually came back but..." the kid's voice died as he sighed.

Zoey looked at him and narrowed her eyes. "What did you say his name was?" she asked.

Ellis looked at her. "Keith."

The girl's face suddenly lit up. "I remember something about Keith stories! I was talking to someone and they were talking about how they were sick of all the crazy Keith stories. I guess they were talking about you."

Ellis just gave a weak smile. "Yeah..."

The door banged open and Nick came back in, shotgun in one hand and something black in the other.

"Find anything?" Ellis asked.

Nick set the gun down and leaned it against the wall. He tossed the black thing to Zoey. It landed in her lap and she gingerly picked it up and looked it over.

"You recognize that?" Nick asked.

The object was a leather glove without the fingers. parts were worn away and the creases where the fingers had bent repeatedly were almost white. The glove was stiff and smelled of sweat and bile.

Zoey studied it for a moment.

She was suddenly back outside, the wind was blowing, rain pelting against her. The sky was black and she couldn't see anything but the figure beside her. He was tall and well built. His arms were covered in ink and he held a shotgun in his hands. Black leather gloves covered both his hands.

"Stick together!" he yelled in a deep voice.

Zoey stuck close to him, feeling safe.

Lightning flashed. There was a loud crack of thunder followed by splintering wood.

"Look out!"

She was shoved to the dirt as a monstrous tree fell where she had just been standing. The lightning became more frequent and she watched as the tree slid down a steep hill and crashed into the river below.

"Help!" came the deep voice of the man she had been with.

Crawling in the slick mud, she made her way to the sound of his voice.

Both of his hands gripped a root as he tried to prevent himself from falling. Someone else was yelling close by but it was hard to tell who.

"I got you! Hold on!" Zoey cried as she grabbed one of the man's wrists.

The rain was making his skin and the leather slippery and she tried to keep a hold and pull him to safety. She dug her fingers under the bottom of the glove, hoping it would help her get a better grip.

"Zoey!" the man cried. "Behind you!"

The college girl turned around just in time to see a bigger figure sliding towards her. She cried out and ducked out of the way as the figure slid past, yelling the whole way down.

"Coach!" the tattooed man yelled. His grip on the root failed. "Shit!"

His hand slid out of the glove and he slid down the slope, disappearing into the darkness.

"FRANCIS!"

"Hey! Ya still there?"

Zoey blinked as a hand was waved in front of her face.

"Ya ok?" Ellis asked.

Zoey stared down at the glove in her hand. "Francis..." was all she could mutter.

Nick kneeled in front of her, his face serious and hard. "What about Francis?" he asked.

The girl looked up at the two men looking at her. "I was with him, and it was raining. A tree fell and he shoved me out of the way. He started to slide down some hill and I tried to pull him back up but I couldn't..." she muttered.

The con man in front of her narrowed his eyes. "Remember anything else?" he asked.

Zoey bit her lip. "There was someone else there, I don't remember his name." She looked up at the two men. "Does the word Coach ring any bells?"

"Coach?" Ellis asked. "Coach was with you?"

Nick stood up, holding his chest. He looked at the red saferoom door for a while without saying a word. He chewed the inside of his cheek, deep in thought.

"That's it then," he said after a long moment of silence.

"What's what?" Ellis asked, not liking the tone or the look on the older man's face.

Nick's eyes didn't leave the door as he walked over and scooped up the shotgun from where he had set it moments before.

"We're going out there to look for them," he said.

Ellis quickly stood up. "C'mon, Nick, ya ain't suit to fight, neither is Zoey," he said.

Nick looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Since when had that slowed us down before? And weren't you the one that told me you'd search the whole damn country to find them? Don't tell me that being locked in that base made you soft."

"No!" Ellis cried.

"Well then," Nick tossed the kid the shotgun in his hand. Ellis caught it and looked at it before looking back up at Nick. "I think the zombies missed you, Killer."

A devilish grin spread across the kid's face for the first time since getting rescued. He pumped the shotgun. "Kill all sons o' bitches."