Just a little bit of a "touch up" of the old version.

I told myself to wait until the latest chapter gets a certain number of views before posting, but eh, I'll just post when it looks neat and ready to publish.

MY GOD this paragraph bug is... Bleh

From 5 To 9

~Nick~

"God... DAMNIT..." I sputtered, falling out of the mangled chopper. I looked around, wondering where everyone went. "Nick, you alright?" someone called out, and I turned to see Ellis run towards me. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Why the hell did ya shoot the pilot?" he asked. I looked up to him with a look of disbelief. "He turned into a GODDAMN ZOMBIE!" I yelled at him, kicking the side of the chopper. "What was I supposed to do, patiently wait for him to rip us up?!"

"Nick, calm down," a man said behind me. Coach. "It doesn't matter anymore, now we just have to get out of this swamp."

I hated how damn calm Coach was, but I didn't want to argue with him right now. "Alright, fine, let's just find Rochelle and get out of here," I said, picking up the pistol that fell out of the chopper.

Coach started looking around for any sign of the reporter, before spotting her face-down on the ground. "Hey, over here!" he called out, as I helped him pick up Rochelle. She looked beat up, but otherwise OK.

"Hey guys, come check this out," Ellis said, pointing to a wrecked minivan that was rolled on its side. "It looks rather new," Coach said. "You mean the car or the wreck?" I joked, but his face told me that was stupid. "Let's see if they had anything with them."

As we got closer, one of the doors was slowly pushed open, and a familiar face crawled out. "Zoey?!" Ellis yelled, running over to her. A bruised Zoey barely looked up when the mechanic pulled her out.

"Goddamnit, girl, how ya doing?"

"I see you left your Hot Dog car, kid" Francis said as he got himself out of the back door.

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" I asked. I seemed to be the only one who was smart enough to wonder why they were here. "We were running out supplies, had to start moving," Francis said.

"Guys, Katelyn's not waking up," a voice said inside. It took me a while to remember it was Louis, the injured one. "Who's Katelyn?" I asked. I didn't remember a Katelyn, although I recalled seeing someone with a hunting rifle on the roof back at the bridge. "Zoey's friend," Francis muttered, and climbed up the car to help. Louis pushed her up while Francis pulled. When they got the girl out, she had a huge bruise across her forehead, with blood seeping out of it. I noticed her leg was torn up, too, but her pants hid it well enough for nobody else to see. "Oh god," Zoey muttered, "do any of you guys have any first aid?"

She had to be kidding. I just crash landed a goddamn helicopter, and she expects us to find MEDICAL SUPPLIES in the wreck-

"Yeah, I always carry a li'l pack," Ellis said, interrupting my thoughts. He pulled a red pack off of his back, and began pulling out a whole assortment of things. Pain pills, adrenaline, medical tape, he had everything. I hated the kid with a burning passion, but I had to give him credit for how prepared he was. Zoey began wrapping the girl's head in gauze, and have her a few pain pills when the girl was able to swallow.

"Hey, where's Jason?" Francis asked. "You guys have MORE people?" I asked. It was like they needed a bunch of replacements to Bill or something. "Well, I wouldn't say he's a person, but-"

"Jason's gone," Louis said, searching through the flipped car. "Gone?!" Zoey yelled, but I was still confused. Not a person?

Francis saw something in the bushes near the car, and began running over to it. I saw him drag a child out, cut up badly from broken glass and thorns.

Wait, this kid looked... off. He was incredibly pale, and I swear I saw claws on his hands.

Shit.

"Holy shit, get back!" I warned, looking at my group. Coach hadn't seen the kid yet, still tending to the teenage girl with Zoey, but Ellis caught on too and held his pistol up at the Hunter. "No, guns down," Francis said, picking the kid up. "You'll piss off Katelyn."

I couldn't believe them. After their leading man dies, they replace him with two little kids, one being a Hunter. "Are you guys crazy?" Ellis yelled, startling Coach. "Wait, what the hell's going on?" the man asked.

"These dumbasses are helping this... THING," I replied. He looked shocked, too, but Katelyn whispered something to him and he relaxed a bit. "He's friendly," Zoey said, and I was ready to blow. "He can't be friendly, he's infected!" I screamed. "Zombies don't have goddamn feelings or act nice! They KILL us. How it hasn't killed you yet is beyond me, but you can't seriously believe it's because it's FRIE-"

A shotgun blast to the sky cut me off, and I almost fell from how close the blast was. Francis apparently grabbed his shotgun from the wrecked car and shot it behind me to shut me up. "He's. Friendly. Got it, Turd Suit?

At least he didn't shoot me.

"Please don't hurt him," Katelyn whimpered softly, and Coach comforted the girl. "Don't worry, we'll try and protect him, right Nick?" he said, looking straight at me. I cursed under my breath. There have been so many times I've wanted to smack Coach across the face, but it would be so wrong. He's practically half the reason we manage to get around, and he has last say in almost everything.

"...Fine," I hissed, "but if that damn thing attacks I WILL blow it's brains out."

"And Ellis, you too," Coach said, but Ellis didn't have to say yes when we saw the Hunter in his hands. "Aww, he's too darn cute," the mechanic said, and the Hunter poked the mechanic's hat bill.

I couldn't believe how stupid everyone was. If Jason- no, zombies don't have freaking names. If that THING attacks one of the others, I'll consider LETTING him so that they learn not to be such idiots.

~Jason~

Aside from the one grumpy guy that they called Nick, I liked these new humans. I remembered Ellis from the generator room, and his talking was fun to listen to.

He put me down, which was probably a good thing to do. When I smelled Katelyn's blood, I darted immediately towards her, digging into the ground to get a head start. She must've gotten hurt bad, because I felt her blood on my hand when I touched her forehead. She winced, but otherwise seemed OK. I saw my claw marks on her leg (Through the gauze around my eyes, too. This infected vision was SCARY) and... a bite mark. Did I accidentally bite her? To cover it up, I dug my claws a bit around it to make it blend in when nobody was looking. I heard Nick say something sarcastic about me, but ignored it.

"K... ate?" I tried weakly, and heard Ellis practically squeal in delight. "He can TALK?! Man this can't get better!" he yelled. But my attention was on Katelyn when she coughed slightly, placing her hand on my cheek. "Hey Jason," she whispered, "what's up?"

I knew she was trying to cheer me up, but still whimpered at her wounds. "She'll be fine, boy," a man said behind me, and I turned around to face him. "My name's Coach. I heard your name was Jason, right?" I nodded my head.

"Alright, we can keep the zombie, now can we move?" Nick asked, clearly annoyed, and I growled at him to shut up. Coach sighed, helping Katelyn up. "Alright, let's find somewhere safe to hide at least until Katelyn's better," he said, and everyone agreed. Someone's hand went in front of me, and I looked up, curious. "Not on that foot you're walkin," Ellis said, picking me up. I wasn't sure what he meant, until I noticed my foot was completely numb. What the hell?

"Yeeeeah that looks pretty broken," he said, but I was worried. My foot was broken?! I whimpered, thinking I'd never be able to leap around again. "Don't worry, Rochelle will fix that up when she's feelin' better," he explained, and I relaxed a bit. At least it could be fixed.

"Alright, try and stay on my back, OK?" Ellis said, and I nodded as he placed me on his shoulders. I could hear the infected charging towards all of our noise, and the second one was in sight Nick shot his pistol at its head. "Here they come!"