So, I reluctantly typed this chapter, seeing how I really didn't have any reviews and was lacking inspiration. But I personally wanna thank Esmtz for reviewing all my chapters. I have to return the favor by saying that your current story is doing wonderful and I'm loving the direction you're taking it. THANK YOU! Now...let's get started.
Random: I think ZoeyxEllis is FUCKING RETARDED. What a goddamn stupid pairing. Zoey is a dumb-ass whore who I hate with the burning intensity of a thousand deserts. I welcome flamers. I love to laugh at them, lol. Dumb fucks.
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Nick was sitting on the edge of the table while Ellis took a swab and dabbed the cuts on his face with medicine. It was pink and sweet-smelling and made his cuts sting slightly. Nick winced with each dab.
"Jesus, overalls...this shit stings." he complained.
Ellis merely smiled at him. "You complain a lot."
Nick flicked the top of the mechanics nose, causing him to flinch. "Shut up, you ass-clown. I know I complain a lot. It's what I do best."
Ellis rubbed his nose with his free hand, mutturing a low "ow". Rochelle sat with Coach on the other side of the room, tending to their own wounds. She hadn't realized she had been staring until Coach nudged her.
"Whatchu lookin' at, girl?" he said quietly so Nick and Ellis couldn't hear them.
Rochelle smiled gently and shook her head. "Just them, I guess." she sighed and rested her back against the wall. "It freaks me out how they just suddenly started to get along."
"What are you talkin' 'bout?" he said, eyeing her. "Ellis annoys Nick just as much as he did when they first met."
Rochelle turned her attention back to the conman and mechanic. "Yeah, but it's not the same as before. I mean look at them...they're all...lovey I guess."
Coach resumed wrapping Rochelle's arm with gauze, continuing. "Well...yeah, I s'pose. It's weird, ain't it?"
Rochelle laughed, but shook her head in disagreement. "Not really...it's kinda cute in a way. I'd rather see them like this than trying to kill each other. I just freaks me out how all of a sudden, Nick cares."
Coach pursed his lips. He didn't reply to Rochelle's last comment, merely focusing on wrapping her wounds. He didn't really feel all to comfortable with their situation. He had lived his entire life in the south and had been raised with old-fashioned morals. It was common for the Baptist Faith to shun...gays. It was, after all, a sin in his mind. But he never voiced his distaste for their relationship, knowing that it was their decision and not his. But that still didn't keep him from feeling incredibly weirded out and awkward around him.
What freaked him out the most was how...accepting Ellis was of the idea. He knew Ellis was raised to be a Christian too, even though his faith consisted of Roman Catholic. But here the kid was, blushing and acting all sweet towards the conman. Brushing his fingers across his face and having his body so close to Nick's...Coach shook his head, not even wanting to think about it even furhter.
He was brought from his thoughts whenever Nick and Ellis approached them.
"'Kay, guys. I think we're all wrapped up now. Think we should head onto the atrium?" Ellis asked, streching slightly. He had to remind himself that his shoulder was still wounded and he still nursed the wounds from the Hunter's attack.
"Yeah. I'm dying to get out of here." Rochelle responded first, standing up. She unstrapped her newly reloaded gun from her back, holding it in both hands. "We should hurry, before anything else happens."
Coach stayed quiet, letting Rochelle speak for the both of them.
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Goddamnit...Nick thought to himself. He tipped the gas-can forward, desperatly begging for the car to fill up quicker. "How big is the tank in this thing?" he called out to Ellis who was on the balcony above.
It had been Ellis' idea to use Jimmy Gibbs Jr's car to escape from the mall, seeing as how there had, in fact, been no evac waiting to rescue them. Nick cursed CEDA with every breath in him, hating them for leaving him twice in one day.
"Jus' a little more! Maybe 2 or 3 tanks!" Ellis called back. He was walking back down stairs, heading for the gas tanks on the ground level floor. There were exactly 3 on the fair side of the atrium, just enough to get them out of there. He had began running to the tanks whenever a loud rumble literally shook the room.
Ellis stopped dead in his tracks, listening to to terrifying sound. The floor shook more and more and he felt his whole body quivering with the vibrations. His shoulder ached with the mere force of it.
Then a table went flying over his head and missed him. Barely.
A large, mammoth figure busted through the scaff-holding on the wall and threatened to smash him flat into the ground, But Nick, being closest to him, dived right before the giant fist could reach him, rolling away with the mechanic in his arms.
The shock of the situation left Ellis disoriented.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?" Rochelle shouted from the second floor, shooting it with her rifle. The bullets were making their mark, but didn't seem to be slowing down the tank any.
"BIG ASS MUTHA!" Coach shouted back shooting it with his shotgun. But it was long range and the spread of bullets wasn't doing much. He made his way downstairs, hoping for a better affect.
Ellis blinked his eyes slowly at the lights in the ceiling, disoriented. He faintly felt Nick's arms around him, secure and strong. His shoulder ached with dull pain. He felt Nick dragging him up to his feet.
"Ellis! Run! Get up and run!" he heard Nick yelling at him.
Numbly, he picked himself up and followed the orders mindlessly. They ran up the stairs to the second floor, the tank trailing behind them closely. Coach and Rochelle were behind it, spraying bullets. It soon turned its attention back to them, roaring in pain and fury. With one swing of its arm, it sent both of the flying back a good 15 feet.
Ellis, finally regaining his senses, panicked for the two of his teammates. He turned frantically, trying to find some means of killing the tank. He saw a lone molotov sitting on a table and picked it up.
"This better work, damnit." he muttured to himself.
Nick saw the bottle in his hands and knew what he was planning. "I'll get the other 3 gas tanks." Ellis nodded at him, complying.
The duo ran back downstairs. Nick shot at the tank, distracting it from Rochelle and Coach while they got themselves together. Ellis raised his arm back, and then threw the cocktail at the monstrosity. It made its mark, turning the tank into a towering inferno. Nick ran around it, heading for the three gascans. Ellis back away from the tank, shooting it while it howled in pain from the flames burning its flesh. Coach and Rochelle were on it, too, pouring whatever bullets they had left. Nick was carrying the gascans back to the car and was pouring them it in.
"Come on damnit. Come ON." Nick begged the cans. He just finished the first one and was now on the second.
Ellis backed up against the corner of the atrium, the flaming tank inching closer. His gun was now out of bullets and it just seemed like the monster was never going to die. Coach and Rochelle shouted his name as they finished off their last cartridges.
And as if to make things worse, the roar of the horde was heard in the distance.
Nick finished pouring the last can in and turned to yell for his teammates to get in the car. Then he saw Ellis, undefended and vulnerable, the tank closing in on him. His heart beat furiously and fast, everything slowing down. He saw the panicked look in Ellis's beautiful baby blues, saw the horrified looks on Coach and Rochelle's faces, and saw the crowbar laying absently on the floor.
He reached down and picked it up.
Ellis held his breath, seeing the tanks arms coming down, and seeing the approaching zombies in the background. Just as he thought death was approaching, he found himself whispering. "God, Nick. I love you. IoveyouIloveyouIloveyou..."
Blood spurted quick and hot against his face, drenching him. But he didn't feel any pain. He didn't feel himself being crushed. He didn't feel himself dying. He dared himself to open one eye.
And what he saw must've been an angel, because it was the happiest thing he'd saw so far.
Nick had jumped onto the Tank's flaming back and hooked the crowbar through its eye socket. The flames lapped at his suit and skin and Ellis saw the pain and exertion on his face. He jerked the crowbar back and lodged it further into the tank's eye socket. It struggled uselessly against it, then tumbled to the ground, a bloody and charred mess. Nick, feeling the burns and his previous wounds, collapsed beside it.
"Nick!" Ellis cried out. He ran over to the conman and turned him over. Some parts of his skin was red and burnt, welps popping up quickly. His heart skipped a beat contemplating. He set his head against the conman's chest, listening.
And breathed a sigh of relief when he heard his heartbeat strong and loud.
He hoisted the conman up in his arms and yelled for Coach and Rochelle who were holding back the horde. "Let's get outta her NOW!"
They turned back to the car and all boarded it.
Nick couldn't open his eyes, but he could hear. The last he heard was the shattering sound of glass and the squeal of the tires as they raced from the mall.
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Ugh...I just 'went with the flow' on this. Hell, I do that with every chapter. I really don't have any idea where I'm taking this story. Sorry for spelling mistakes. I don't have microsoft word and must make do with wordpad...
LOL, watching King of the Hill nao...I love that show. And My Name is Earl...and The Hangover...and Bradley Cooper, btw.
Hey, if you have free time, listen to this song!
Bat Country by Avenged Sevenfold
Or watch the video. It's trippy. It's about going to Vegas. It's trippy.
"Cantchu help me as I'm starting to burn (all alone). Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction. My confidence is leaving me on my own! (all alone). No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention."