This is it. I decided to make this chapter a little longer based on a couple of the reviews I got. So I hope you like it.
Ellis eyes burst open as he heard the pounding rain and thunder outside the room he was in. A quick survey told him he was in the cabin of the boat that had picked him and the others up from the plantation house. He flew out of bed and crashed open the cabins door. Nothing. Nobody was out on the deck to greet him. Just the constant storming. He climbed up the ladder and found a note that appeared to have been written by Coach. Snatching it up, Ellis sat down by the steering wheel and began to read.
Ellis,
If you wake up while were gone, I wanted to leave this so you don't flip out. Everyone's fine, the boat just got real low on gas, so we stopped here to get some fuel. Virgil decided to go with us since you were still out of it, and we needed a fourth member. You need to stop pulling crap like that boy. You had poor Zoey in a fit. There was plenty of times we thought you had died. Anyways, just relax. Virgil is real good with this area, and he can shoot almost as good as you, so we should be back soon. Don't worry-we won't let them lay a finger on Zoey. You have our promise on that.
Coach.
PS-Zoey said she's gonna kill you for making her worry like that.
Ellis chuckled and stuffed the note in his pocket, thinking of the last part. True enough, what he had pulled was slightly stupid, but after losing so much, he just could not lose Zoey. He wouldn't be able to stand it. But what could he do now? He had no clue where they went, this boat didn't have anything entertaining, and worse, Zoeys safety nagged at him more than ever now that he wasn't there with her. "Whats the harm in me going?" he said, picking up a shotgun and jumping onto the dock, he ran into the night, determined to find the others. "Just hang on guys. I'll be there real soon." He promised as the rain and thunder picked up again.
With Zoey and the others (sugar mill)
Zoey crouched down inside the ruined sugar mill, clinging to her gas can as the storm rattled the destroyed building. The others didn't even need to ask what she was worried about, so Nick spoke up about it. "For the last time Zoey-Ellis will be fine. You remember the carnival? If he can survive falling off a roller coaster, believe me, nothings taking him down." He said. Zoey wasn't entirely convinced, though. "That was different. When that happened, he was wide awake and at least I could tell he was alive. But this… seeing him not move at all for 2 days, it killed me." She said. Coach sighed as the storm broke again. "Well we'll find out when we get to him wont we? Vigil, how much longer till another storm flares up?" Coach said. The older man simply smirked. "Just cause I used to live here don't mean I'm god. But, id reckon we got 'bout another 15 minutes, so we best move." He said, leading the way. No one objected and began to move, the loud rain still coming down.
Back with Ellis
Ellis wandered through the street of the deserted-sort of anyway-suburb. He couldn't help but admire the handiwork of his teammates. Dead zombies lined the blacktop. He noticed several of them were Zoeys handiwork. "That's my girl." He thought proudly. As he continued to walk, he failed to take into account one thing-Blood, even other zombie blood-is a zombie magnet. The distant, yet familiar cry vaulted him into survival mode. He began unloading shotgun shells into the oncoming monsters, not even hearing the familiar cry of a hunter behind him. He turned in time to see it, and managed to put a shell in its left thigh, but it still pounced him. Ellis was not about to die here, and due to the hunters wound, it was weaker. Ellis managed to shove it off him and plant a shell square between its forehead. However, the ground shaking alerted him to something far worse. "Ah, man. That aint fair!" he yelled as the tank rounded the corner and charged him.
It chased him all around as he pumped shell after shell into its massive body. He noticed a safe room sign out of the corner of his eye, but there was no chance of beating this tank in a foot race-not in his weak condition anyway-so he thought of something-blow it up. He had seen some propane tanks on his way through. If he could lead the tank that way-boom. As he approached, the tank slowed slightly, finally showing some damage. That was all Ellis needed. He jumped over the railing of the truck and tossed the heavy cans in front of the monster. The tank actually stopped, not knowing why his prey had stopped running. "Burn in hell." Was all He said before he shot the cans setting off the reaction. That was not a good idea. Ellis was in such a hurry, he didn't throw them far enough from himself, so he was caught in the blast as well. The shock from the impact caused him to crash spine-first into the steel of the safe room door, which he had been heading too. Pain radiating through his body, he crawled inside and leaned against the counter of the kitchen inside. "Damn it. I really did it this time. Sorry Zoey… I really am." He said. His final thought before he slipped into a flood of dark, blood dripping from his head.
Okay, I know I said this would be the last one, but I came up with something else. So the next one will definitely be it. Remember-4 reviews. Sorry I told you wrong. But hey-I bet you'll want the next one soon right? So review!