Okay, this is definitely the last chapter. First, I would like to thank everyone who reviewed my terrible first story. I also have a surprise for my loyal readers, but just read the chapter first.

"Alright Ellis, Start the pump!" Coach yelled up to him. When Ellis vanished from his view Coach turned to the others with a serious look. "Look ya'll I don't think that boys 100%. He's coughing a lot, clenching in pain every time he does the simplest thing. I was a football coach, I know bad injuries, and that boys got one." He said. Nick did not seem convinced, "Come on, Coach. If there's one person you don't have to worry about when it comes to how much pain he can take, it's Ellis." He said. Zoey spoke up at this, "Were not questioning that he'll put up with it Nick-quite frankly, I don't even think Francis could take as much as Ellis does-were wondering if maybe he's pushing himself too far." Everyone fell silent, and silently resolved to discuss this later.

Ellis made his way over the roof towards the pump as fast as he could go, "Alright, just got to start the pump and-*Hack*" he collapsed in a vicious coughing fit, but this time when it stopped and he looked at his hand, It was coated in blood. "Damn it. I thought I had longer than this. Well, if I'm going down anyway, im taking as many of these bastards with me as possible" he said. He reached the bright red pump and prepared himself. "Alright, here it comes ya'll!" he screamed down throwing the switch causing a loud grinding sound. Not 2 minutes later, the cry of the horde erupted though the air. Ellis shoved a clip into his M-16 as he saw the first few commons and one boomer climb over the fence. "Lock and load baby!" he yelled as he began to fire.

As promised, the zombies seemed to be focusing on Ellis, who was mowing them down with no issue-or so they thought. As Ellis finished off a couple boomers who tried to attack together, another coughing fit washed over him, and he soon realized his number was just about up-more blood was coming up than ever now. His vision began to blur as the coughing persisted. There was no way he was going to let these things turn him into a meal. But what could he do? "Ellis! The boats all filled up! Come on down!" he heard Zoey yell to him. He began to run towards the ledge to jump down, but his legs gave out on him, and the zombies were closing in. "Damn… is this really how I'm going to check out?" he said. He resolved to jump, bad legs or not. He looked over the edge, held his breath-and jumped.

He landed on his good knee, luckily, so his impact was cushioned. Coach turned and said, "How in the hell you get down here so fast?" with a stunned look. Ellis merely shrugged, "I improvised. But those things will be right behind me, so I suggest we-"he was saying before the familiar roar and the shaking ground alerted them to the worst possible thing-a tank. Zoey and Rochelle ran out with their weapons, just as the monster rounded the corner. "Where the hell is Nick?" Coach yelled over the gunfire and the roaring of the behemoth zombie. "Passed out! He was too tired to stay awake!" Rochelle yelled back. The battle went slightly better than expected-until Zoey tripped, causing the tank to go to her.

Ellis, realizing the danger, pulled out his machete-his M-16 long out of ammo-and began to slice at the monsters massive chest. The zombie roared in pain and with one swing, sent Ellis flying into one of the support beams for the restaurant, bringing more blood to his mouth, as he slipped in and out of alertness, he spotted a propane tank and a gas can positioned just right-right at the tanks back. "Yeah…. That'll do just fine…." He said hobbling up to his feet. "Zoey! Coach! Run for the boat, I got this!" he yelled to his teammates. They looked at him like he was nuts, but did as they were told. Ellis ran for the boat as well, but again the tank caught him in the already-wrecked ribcage. Ellis-thankfully-landed on the boats deck. Zoey was by his side in an instant. Ellis, blood continuing to poor from his destroyed chest and ribs through his mouth unbelievably was smiling. "Burn… in…. hell." He said as he fired his magnum pistol at the propane tank. It exploded killing the tank in a hail of fire.

As the boat sailed down the river, Zoey attempted to save Ellis. But it was no good. There was no equipment in their med kits that could repair internal bleeding-and Virgil certainly wasn't going to have anything. Zoey began to cry, but Ellis put his hand on her cheek. "Hey now… no crying… at least were both okay…" he said before he coughed again. He WASN'T okay and he knew it, but why make her feel worse? "Just remember Zoey…. I regret a lot of things….. But I don't regret saving you…. I love you." He groaned. Zoey smiled through her tears, "I love you too." She said as his chest stopped moving. He did not stir again. Zoey sobbed into his chest as rain poured in on her. The others saw her, but that didn't matter to her-nothing mattered. Ellis was gone. The only person she had left who she truly loved was gone. And he wasn't coming back.

I almost cried writing this! Thanks again for putting up with my terrible writing. Now for the surprise-I will let YOU dictate my next story. You have three choices- Another EllisxZoey, a NarutoxSakura, Or and IchigoxRukia leave your votes in your reviews. And tell me what you thougt of the story as a whole! Thanks again!