~Sorry I haven't posted for a while! Just got lazy, I guess.. Anyways, I'd like to apologize about how chapter three turned out. I don't know how it got corrupted, but I'll work on fixing it. Enjoy this next chapter, though!

Nick's Pov

Finally, we've made it into New Orleans. Now we just need to get through the damn place. I can't take the fact that Coach got amnesia. I wish everyday that he'd just remember me..

We got off of Virgil's boat and said our farewells. We traversed through the city, and after the third safe room, we decided to rest for an hour or so.

My eyes crossed the room, and I observed everybody closely. Rochelle was sharing water with Ellis, Coach was staring out the opening in the safe room, and Ellis was.. Eating fruit snacks?!

"Ellis! Where'd you find those, and why aren't you sharing it with any of us?!" I shouted.

"Coach gave me some!" Ellis whimpered and brought his hands up.

My expression softened, and I laid against the wall with my hand on my forehead. I sighed.

"I feel sick" I groaned.

"Here" Coach piped up and threw me a granola bar.

"Where do you keep finding food?" I asked, annoyed.

"While you guys are fighting those things, I scavenge around. It's not that hard to raid a vending machine, actually. That's why I always have an axe" Coach explained, and flipped his axe in his hands.

He threw a bag full of food in the middle of us. I crawled over to it, and looked inside. Mostly candy, chips, soda, stuff like that.

"Wow. You're probably the smartest out of all of us, scavenging around like that" Rochelle muttered.

Coach shrugged, and nibbled on a chocolate bar.

An hour later, we gathered up everything, and moved out. We were feeling confident about everything, until we heard crying.

I looked towards the next safe room, and a Witch was sitting there. Coach unknowingly walked up and shot her.

"Coach, no!" I shouted.

Coach looked at me in question, and the witch pounced on him.

He screamed, and fought against the Witch hopelessly.

I ran up and shot her right in the head. I pushed her dead body aside, and took a look at Coach. He fainted again. I gathered him up and ran to the safe room. I put him on a nearby table.

I got out my health pack and patched him up. He looked better already. All we had to do was wait for him to wake up.

Twenty minutes passed when he finally woke up. He looked different this time, like his old self, once again.

"Nick!" Coach exclaimed and threw his arms around me.

He gritted his teeth in pain, but held on. I laid him back down, and took a look at his wounds. They were probably just stinging, there's no blood.

"Coach, you got amnesia for a day, there" I chuckled.

Coach looked at me seriously. I looked back, unamused.

He smiled, and got up. He didn't look in pain at all, for some reason. He grabbed some weapons, and looked at me optimistically.

"Well? Aren't you ready to finally get out of this Hell?" Coach asked me brightly.

"Yeah. Sure, Coach" I answered back, and dug my hands in my pants pockets.

Everyone got ready, and we moved on to the bridge. We had ten minutes to get across it to the helicopter. We fought our way through hordes and Tanks.

Only, it got very bad near the end.

We caught sight of the helicopter, and ran for it. Then a Charger came and knocked me into a tent. The rest of the team didn't see it, and kept going.

I screamed, but all of the commotion caused them not to hear. Or maybe they just didn't want to hear me.

I closed my eyes, and was ready to die. Suddenly, the Charger died instead. Coach was there and helped me up.

"No way I'm letting you behind, boy" Coach grinned.

I smirked back and limped with Coach to the helicopter.

All of a sudden, Coach tensed up, and threw me forward. A Tank hit him across the airpad.

"Coach!" I yelled.

"Just go inside the helicopter! Leave me!" Coach shouted back.

Tears brimmed in my eyes, and I fought them back. I knew that Coach was going to be too stubborn to change his mind. I jumped onto the helicopter, and stuck my head out to yell three final words to Coach as we flew away.

"I. LOVE. YOU" I shouted through the din.

Coach looked back and smiled.

I got back into the interior of the helicopter and sat against the wall. I finally just lost it and bawled into my hands. I felt someone hug me. Two people, actually. Rochelle and Ellis both embraced me in silence, and were silently crying.

My Coach. He's dead. I just can't bring myself to believe it.

~Sorry for the super sad chapter. I just had to. Good Day, Mortals!