Hey guys, BritishWaffleSyrup here! I'm uploading the third chapter to The Infected Are Changing/Transforming. I can't believe I'm updating this! I mean, I wanted too, but I've been so freakin' busy updating my other one! And I've had this chappie in Word for AGES, it just needed completing. Mm-hmm.

Coach's POV.

"I can't believe they snuck out!" Nick said angrily. I looked at him irritably.

"Ellis thought he made it safe for him and Ro. Sure, he made a mistake, but he didn't mean it." I argued. Nick stood up and looked me straight in the eye.

"A mistake… that almost killed them…" Nick growled.

"Hey! Suit guy. Let it go." One of the survivors we had met said. She was a female. Before Nick could interrupt, the man in a vest told him,

"She's right." Nick muttered something under his breath angrily. He stalked off and sat on a box in the safe-room we were in. I looked at the survivors we had met who had helped us fight off the horde and the Tank. The young woman was called Zoey. She wore a reddish-pink college jacket and a pair of jeans with converse sneakers. Someone called Francis looked like the kind of guy you see in the action movies, the one with the vest and fingerless black gloves. Louis sat, cleaning his gun. He wore a white shirt with a loose tie around his neck. His pants were black work pants.

"Thanks for helping us." I told them.

"Anytime." Francis replied, walking over to where Ellis and Rochelle lay. I looked over to where they were. Ellis's torso was practically covered in bandages. Rochelle was sleeping a few feet apart from him.

"So let me get this straight." Zoey said. "They snuck out while you were asleep, went on a couple of rides, hacked off the horde and an extremely large Tank, became injured, and then we saved them?"

"Yup." I replied.

"Wicked." She replied grinning.

"It's pretty cool. Aside from the fact they became injured." Louis added.

"Yeah." I said softly.

"Hey guys, I think the kid's awake!" Francis said from across the room. I quickly walked over to where Ellis was. I knelt beside him. I could feel the other survivor's eyes on Ellis. Don't know how, but I did.

"…Rochelle…?" Ellis murmured. Suddenly he bolted upright. "Rochelle! OW!" Me and Francis sat him back down.

"It's okay Ellis, she's right there." I said pointing towards her.

"Is she okay? Wha' happened?" He tried to sit up again. Francis held him down.

"Well, you got hit by the Tank and started bleeding like mad, and Ro fainted." I said.

"Oh. Guess mah plan wasn't as foolproof as ah thought…" He mumbled, scratching his head.

"It's okay sweetie." We all turned around to Rochelle waking up.

"Ro!" Ellis said happily. "Are ya ok?"

"Yeah, I'm okay." She replied.

"Good to see we're all alive." Nick said glaring at Ellis.

"Look, Nick, if you're going to survive this apocalypse, you're going to have to use teamwork, and holding a grudge isn't going to work." Louis stated.

"Fine."

"And you're going to get rid of your attitude as well." Louis said.

"Hmph…"

"Thanks Louis." I said.

"Welcome." He replied, and went back to cleaning his gun. We sat down for a bit, and Rochelle and Ellis went back to sleep. Nick took out a pack of cards and started shuffling them. Francis and Zoey were talking quietly in a corner, and I read the writings on the wall. Soon everyone fell asleep.

Ellis's POV.

I woke up to the sound of growling. My torso still hurt a little but I picked my gun up off the floor, and stood up, trying not to wake the others. I picked my way between the sleeping bodies and when I was just next to the door I looked back to see if anyone had woken. They hadn't. I peered out into the darkness beyond the safety of the room we were in. The growling was louder now. I didn't think it was a Special or even a Common we knew about. Suddenly a hand on my shoulder made me jump.

"Ellis?" The gruff male voice asked.

"Oh, sorry for wakin' ya." I replied.

"What are you doing?" Francis questioned.

"I heard sumthing outside." I said. The growling started again.

"Was it that, by any chance?"

"Yup." I said. A bush moved to our right. Francis and I swung our flashlights towards it. Much to our surprise, a dog trotted out.

"A dog? Are you kidding me?" Francis said.

"Scared me… Worse than this one time when mah buddy Keith skateboarded off a ramp abou' thirty feet high…" I was shut up by Francis clamping a hand over my mouth.

"Look at the dog." The "dog" had turned into a large wolf. Larger than the Tank. About 10 feet tall. I swallowed hard. The beast looked at us with pure yellow eyes. It's fur was a muddy brown color.

"Infected?" I whispered.

"Yep." Francis whispered back. It's eyes narrowed at us when we talked.

"I don't think it can see us. See how it reacts when we talk?" Francis said. Sure enough, when we spoke, it would turn it's head, narrow it's eyes, or growl.

"Yea." Growling.

"Well, maybe we can move silently without it noticing." Francis said quietly.

"Ok." I replied. We silently moved out of sight behind the door. However, as we were moving Nick bolted upright and yelled. I whipped my head towards the door just as the 'dog' roared and started running towards the safe-room. At the roar, the others sat up.

"Whasgoinon?!" Coach yelled, his eyes fixed on the beast scratching and roaring at the door.

Louis and Zoey picked up their guns and shot at the hulking wolf. The others and I followed. The banging and noise of gunfire filled the place. Soon the wolf lay dead outside the safe-room. Nick opened the door cautiously and stepped outside. We came out too and looked at the thing. It's eyes were an acidic yellow, glaring. It's claws curved, gleaming in the moonlight. The fur moved slightly, blown by the breeze.

"Wha' the heck was tha' thing?" I asked. Just then, a strangled yell came from Rochelle.

CLIFFHANGER! Mwahahahahaha-! *Cough cough*-