I DO NOT OWN LEFT 4 DEAD I MAKE NO PROFIT

Umaaa soooo… it's been a while. Like OVER a year… Shit, sorry guys!

I didn't forget this story I have just been stuck… super stuck. Hopefully I'm back though (grins awkwardly). I think I remember where I wanted to go with this. I mean I technically have more done with the sequel then with Number one (I am not sure if I will be posting the sequel though)! Which is weird and not good. So my attention is back on this and 2 of my other fics. So I'm done rambling, but one final thing:

THANK YOU! Really, thank you to everyone who is still reading this story, still reviewing and still enjoying it. I can't tell you how much it means to me that people enjoy my stories (hugs you all)

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How they made it into the safe room, Nick wasn't sure. They were all banged up pretty badly. Coach fell and nearly scrapped all the skin off his elbow, but luckily for him Rochelle rushed over, her good arm swinging the machete wildly. She was able to give Coach enough time to clumsily get back onto his feet. He grabbed her shoulder and started running. Nick and Ellis weren't far behind them. The two of them had a pretty good strategy. Nick focused on shooting the zombie in front of them while Ellis focused behind them. It worked until they were only a few feet away from the safe house door. A charger rushed through them, both men were sent flying. Nick hit the ground hard and rolled till he was basically in the safe room, but Ellis was sent a good 5 feet backwards. Ellis rolled, but quickly got onto his feet and started shooting at the Charger that was now tangled in the wire fence when a Smoker grabbed him. The mechanic yelped in surprise and struggled as the smoker dragged him.

Nick, and he was pretty sure Coach as well, didn't know how Rochelle got to Ellis so fast, but she did. She raised the machete high and brought it down on the Smokers long and bumpy tongue. The Smokers scream echoed and was soon followed by the cries of more infected.

"Come on Ellis!" Rochelle shouted as she started sprinting back to the safe house. The hick nodded and limped after her.

Coach grabbed Nick's arm, ignoring Nick's scream of pain, and dragged him into the safe room, "Come on, come on!" he shouted at the two, "Hurry they're comin'!"

Once Rochelle and Ellis got in Coach slammed the heavy metal door shut. He and Ellis began shooting the infected that were swarming and clawing at the door. Nick watched from where he was laying on the floor. He was pretty sure his stitches were torn. He could feel the blood seeping into his shirt. He bitterly thought to himself that he was going to thank Coach later by spitting into his water bottle when the older man wasn't looking. Nick glanced over to Rochelle who was crouched in the corner rocking back and forth. The poor girl was obviously in pain. Nick could only imagine how bad her arm was hurting. After the running, the falling, the hitting, the pushing…. Hell, Nick was surprised the girl wasn't crying.

Soon the gun shots stopped. Coach peeked around a little bit before claiming that the coast was clear. Immediately he rushed over to Rochelle. The woman forced a smile and weakly asked if he could stitch her up,

"Of course, baby girl, of course." Coach said, taking her arm and looking at it. She had lost a lot of blood. Too much blood for Coach's liking; but she was still conscious which was good, "Ellis," the older man shouted, "quick, give me your first aid bag!"

"Sure thing!" Ellis said, sliding the red bag off his back and handing it to Coach, "Ya need me to help?"

"Naw," Coach shook his head as he started searching the first aid kit, "Go check on Nick."

Nick rolled his eyes, "I'm fine." He called over, "You two just focus on Ro; my cuts can wait." He said and sighed, closing his eyes. The cold cement floor felt good on his hot skin.

Ignoring Nick, Ellis sat down beside Nick and noticed the back of his jacket. The blood that already stained the back of his jacket seemed wet. He gently touched it and earned himself a loud hiss from Nick,

"God damn it, Ellis!" Nick shouted, his head snapping to look at him, "Why the fuck did you do that?"

Ellis frowned, "yer bleedin'."

"No shit! Fuck!" Nick growled.

Ellis bit his bottom lip, "Well, I gotta patch ya up Nick."

Nick pushed himself up to sit across from the young mechanic. He knew Ellis was right and honestly, he just didn't have the strength to fight the younger man on anything at the moment. He quickly removed his jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt. Ellis sat across from him just watching. Nick's eyes narrowed, "Instead of sitting there getting off while I take my shirt off, go grab one of those first aid kits and start preparing to stitch me up."

Ellis jumped, "R-Right! Sorry 'bout that!" he blushed and rushed over to the counter.

Nick sighed and turned his attention to Rochelle and Coach. Rochelle was leaning against the wall, panting and holding back tears as Coach stitched her. Coach was whispering to her. Nick couldn't make the words out, but he was sure if he could hear he'd throw up.

"Alright. I ain't as good as Coach, but I can do it." Ellis said as he came back over, "I mean it can't be all that hard. All I gotta do is sew yer back shut, right?"

Nick stared at him blankly. Was he seriously going to trust this idiot on patching him up? Of course you are. You trust this idiot with your life. The voice in his head said. Nick rolled his eyes and laid flat on his stomach, "Yeah, kid, just sew my back up. Just make sure to use a shit load of the disinfectant."

"Sure thing, Nick." Ellis said enthusiastically.

Nick shuddered in discomfort the second Ellis started to prepare his back. The sting of the disinfectant was uncomfortable, but he welcomed it. He knew it was doing its job.

"Ya ready?" Ellis whispered from behind him.

"Just fucking stitch me up." Nick growled, as he shut his eyes tightly, preparing himself for the needle to pierce his skin.

The first few stitches were the worst. Nick didn't know how to describe, but after a bit his back went numb. Maybe his brain was just shutting down. Whatever the reason was; he was grateful. He closed his eyes and listened as Ellis talked to him. He wasn't really paying attention to what the other man was saying, but he just liked hearing his voice. It was comforting. Not that he would ever admit that out loud. He'd rather be torn to shreds by a Hunter then admit he liked listening to Ellis talk. The man's heavy accent that originally bothered the hell out of him now relaxed him.

Alex's voice use to do that… he thought, while he was falling asleep. I use to be able to listen to her talk for hours. Even if I didn't care what she was talking about, the way she spoke just captivated me. Captivated everyone really. She had a loud yet soft voice that was pleasant to listen to.. He loved listening to her silently singing Katie to sleep. He would stand outside the nursery and just listen.

With his eyes closed he could see her sitting in the rocking chair by Katie's crib. Her blonde hair tied up as she stared down at Katie and sang softly;

"And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world"

"Nick?" Ellis' voice pulled Nick back to reality.

"What?" He grumbled.

"Are you humming?" the younger man sounded amused.

Nick felt his face heat up, "Shut up and finish."

"I'm done." Ellis said, "What were ya hummin'?"

"I wasn't humming." Nick growled and sat up, "grab me my shirt will you?"

Ellis handed Nick his cloths, "Seriously, I liked what ya were hummin."

From the corner of his eye he saw Coach and Rochelle looking over at them. He was sure they were smiling. "Elton John." He mumbled.

"Huh?" Ellis blinked.

"It was Elton John, okay?" He snapped, "Alex use to sing 'Your song' to Katie every night while putting her to sleep so shut up!" he said as he awkwardly put his blue shirt on.

Ellis smiled softly and started buttoning Nick's shirt for him. Nick didn't fight him; instead he relaxed a little bit. The safe room was now quite. They all just sat there for a while enjoying the silence. Soon the sun was setting and Ellis offered to take first shift and also Rochelle's. The girl didn't put up much of a fight and quickly fell asleep. Coach laid down right beside her and soon the only sounds that could be heard in the safe house was Coach's snores. Nick laid awake for a while just watching Ellis. The man was sitting in front of the door with his hat in his hand. He was looking at it closely before a smile spread across his face and he placed it back on his head. Nick knew what he was thinking. He's thinking Keith is still out there…

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Okay hopefully I'm on a roll (fingers crossed) sorry this chapter was uneventful and pretty sappy. Don't ask about the song haha it was just something that popped into my mind sooo:
CREDIT TO ELTON JOHN- Your Song! (I don't own it)

Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed it, so please leave a review (seriously they inspire me to write.) hopefully I'll be back soon with a new chapter.