Ellis huffed, inwardly fuming as he gripped his shotgun with all his might, ignoring the all-too familiar footsteps behind him. Nick ... Coach had just had to send Nick after him. What a pain in the ass. Of course all he ever did try to do was be friends, but Nick, the damn prick he was, wasn't having none of it. Or, so it seemed. Couldn't even get up the nerve to apologize, and,rather, he got slapped in the face! Man oh man did he have a right mind to turn around and shoot the guy right where it-
"Yo, Ellis." The hick was pulled abruptly out of his angered thoughts as he turned to look at the man, staring at him and, naively, expecting that he might be ready to apologize or something of the such. Of course that wasn't it. Shit, he'd been mighty dumb for expecting something like that.
"Don't wander head, man. I'm already injured because of you, it's hard enough keeping up with you now." Ellis could only stare for just a few seconds before glaring, then spitting and giving a huff.
"I reckon thas' jus fine, seein as it don' matter much now do it?"
Nick sighed softly, somehow wishing that his gambling tactics had something to help him out of this predicament. He had an angry southerner, a right cute one, sadly, pissed off at him because he was just being himself. Not to mention said southerner was very unlucky when it came to special infected, as was seen earlier.
"C'mon, Ellis. You know I was just trying to look out for you man." Nick tried to explain, hoping the the idiot still fuming in front of him would understand this was his way of apologizing. Maybe it wasn't a good one, but it was all he had, and it was probably all Ellis would get.
In return, he received a huff, the younger man obviously having none of it. So they just continued to walk, shooting what they saw and, thank god, missing the horde and any special infected. Well, almost, anyway. It was just a few feet away from the safehouse and there, that damn, clumsy Ellis, there he jsut had to trip a car alarm and alert all the nearby infected of their presence. But Nick had to say, he felt that, at the moment, the seemingly endless infected and the death of Rochelle was enough of a punishment. Besides, he didn't want the kid anymore angry at him then he already was, especially seeing as there still had been no sign of Coach.
Soon the two were back to back, Nick not minding(Surprisingly) the contact, but Ellis obviously moving away just as soon as there was any open spot. And that, Nick knew, that was a bad idea. "Ellis, dammit, stay close for once in you goddamn ..."
Too late. They had been seperated, he being pushed closer to the safe house as the horde closed in on him, and Ellis being pushed further away. "You shitty hick! Where are you!?" Nick called, shooting at the common infected that attacked him relentlessly. And, just as he got to the safehouse and closed the door so he could quickly reload his gun, there was a voice from outside, "SUMBITCH IS ON MY BACK!"
A jockey. "Shit!" Nick cursed, trying to open the door, only to find that it was jammed. Jammed!? How the ... Ah, shit, how could he not have realized? The zombies that had decided to follow him were holding tight to the door, what little instincts they had left telling them that separation was probably the wisest choice. And, for them, it was. But this was really, really pissing him off, and no matter how much he shot at those damn things holding him back from Ellis, they just kept coming. If only he could get to the car and turn off that alarm!
"I got hit by the burnin' goo shit!" Ellis called, alarming Nick even more. He'd been out there, alone, for long enough, surely he was incapacitated. "Damn infected, can't you-" And, not moments later, the alarm was shut off and the infected were turning their attention to the overweight man in the center of the crowd, chewing on what he hoped to god wasn't Rochelle's arm and shooting away at the zombies like they were nothing.
As soon as the door was free of infected, mindless, brain-eating people, Nick rushed out and headed towards the moaning hick, stuck laying on the ground and wiping the burning acid off of him with shaky hands. "Oh man. Oh man oh man oh man oh man..." Was all he could, and did say as he was helped up, Nick managing to get the man to settle down enough so he could throw that bloodied arm around his neck and help him to the safehouse Coach was already inside.
"Shit, I told you two to stay together! Ellis, man, c'mon ... You know how them specials are attracted to you like ..." Coach stopped for a minute, closing the door as Nick set Ellis down, allowing him to slump down in the corner of the room and groan. "Like you to Chocolate?" Nick asked, managing a smirk as he looked around for a healthpack. Nothing. Dammit, that didn't sound so good for Ellis, or his poor old heart.
"Hmph." Was all he got in response from coach as he looked to the boy in the corner, laughing and slapping a hand down on the floor. "Aw, cummon now! I dun' just fine, ain't I?" he spoke, nodding and giving a soft laugh. "You know, this reminds me of the time me 'n my friend, Keith, well, we-"
That was the last straw. Right now, he couldn't take it. "Ellis! Shut up! Shut up, man, alright!? Do you not know when to give that shit a rest!?" Nick yelled, tossing his gun to the side and slamming his fist against the wall. "What's wrong with you!? Are you gonna keep telling stories about Keith until you die?! Because if so, let me grant your wish!"
But, thank god, before he could throw a punch, Coach grabbed his arm and tugged him back. "What in the hell do you think you're doing? Look at the poor boy! Ain't gonna last much longer if we don't find something for him, and here you are beating up on his spirit. You damn grouch, get in there and put the kid to bed!" Coach hissed, Nick looking to Ellis who was now just angrily staring at the floor and clutching his bleeding chest. Too bad that wasn't all that was bleeding.
"Fine. Fine, fine." the conman grumbled, moving over to help the hick up and carry him into the bedroom, a scowl on his face. Stupid kid, still tried to protest even though he was bleeding from almost every part of his body. But thanks to that, he was weak, and couldn't put up much a fight.
"That's better." Coach mumbled, nodding as the door to the bedroom closed. After that, he opened the saferoom door and, with much caution, brought in the bottom of an exploded boomer, dragged it to the side of the saferoom and sat on it, munching away at the few fingers of Rochelle he had hidden in his pocket. Gotta live life to the fullest was what he was always taught.