Hi, just wanted to throw this out there. This is my first Fic, and I am looking to improve my writing, seeing as it's reallllly not that good, so I figured it'd be a good idea to toss something on here, and let y'all tear it to shreds. Be as brutal as you want, it'll only help me. Thank you. :)

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"One time, Keith almost drowned in the tunnel of love," Ellis stated proudly. "Then we got ice cream."

His thick southern accent and oblivious demeanor were easily distinguishable amongst the bantering of the group and the rapid slams against the solid oak door in front of them.

"Really? Right now Ellis?" Coach sighed, gripping his axe and hesitantly moving towards the front door of the house they'd been holed up in for some time now. The violent banging on the front door still did not stop.

"As long as you don't invite him in," Ellis' voice shot over from the smoky corner where Nick was sitting. "Then they ain't gonna be gettin' in."

Nick smirked, and after picking up his revolver and ducking out his cigar, he walked towards Coach, who was dripping with beads of sweat.

"Easy boss, don't wanna burn too many calories," Nick said, and pressed against the wall near the front door. Rochelle stood by with one hand on her hip and the other one holding her temples.

"Right, because they're vampires now I forgot. How the hell did I ever get stuck with y'all..." she just shook her head.

"You love me, you know it," Ellis smiled bashfully shooting his fingers at her like a fake gun.

She laughed and tugged on her handgun which was tucked away snug in her belt.

"I got a real gun mother fu-" she stopped, giggling almost childishly. The first time she smiled in hours.

"Now!" Nick yelled as he whipped open the door violently and the lone infected stumbled into the room. Coach charged the infected readying his axe and swinging down connecting perfectly with it's neck.

"Ugh, oh my God..." Rochelle groaned watching the infected corpse fall and writhe on the floor with his neck split open, extensively gushing blood.

"That never gets old," Ellis laughed. "That reminds me of this one time Ke-"

"Ellis, shut up," Coach said, wiping the blood off his axe onto the corpse's shirt and walking into the next room. Nick lit up his cigar again and plopped onto the couch, lifting a picture frame off the nightstand.

"I bet you 50 rounds that she's dead right now," he smirked glancing at Ellis, tapping the woman in the picture.

"You think I'm stupid or something?" Ellis' slow southern drawl made it hard for Rochelle to keep from laughing. Nick chuckled and Rochelle turned around to keep from showing her face.

"Oh now you're all smiles, I gotcha, don't you worry," Ellis sighed and sat next down next to Nick.

"So let's talk about this," Rochelle started inquisitively. "How'd y'all figure out that you was immune?"

"The prick bastard scratched me, and ripped my brand new suit. That's how," Nick said turning his back and sliding down his suit jacket so they can see the gash above his shoulder.

"Ouch." Rochelle turned around lifting up her shirt exposing the scratch on her back which didn't look too bad.

"Y'all wanna see mine?" Ellis asked almost happily.

"Easy buddy," Nick started, shooting a glance at him.

Ellis removed the strap holding his shotgun in place firmly on his back and set it down as he lifted up his shirt. His ripped chest and abs might have made Rochelle bite her lip as she stared in awe, if it weren't for the bite mark on his side.

"Oh shit, you can see the teeth marks," Nick gasped.

"That's disgusting... what did it feel like?" Rochelle inquired.

"Felt like I got bit," Ellis answered, unaware of his ridiculously uninformative answer.

"Have you even tried to treat that?" Rochelle stood up and walked over to lift his shirt higher.

"You know that can get infected; we should do somethin' about that," she said, taking the med pack off of her belt and setting it down on the counter.

"At least I ain't gon' turn into a zombie," Ellis smiled winking at Rochelle.

"Ain't that an icebreaker right there?" Nick butted in. "Zombie eh? I was waitin' for someone to say the magic Z word."

He stood up brushing off his suit.

"Which one of y'all dumb shits left the damn door open in the back?" Coach's voice entered the room along with his big self. "I swear to God. If I get bit, scratched, touched, puked on, spit on, anything… so help me God."

"Easy fella, gotta watch your blood pressure," Nick said walking towards the room Coach was just in. "Besides, none of us has even been in the back."

Rochelle took out her handgun and patted Nick on the chest.

"I got this one don't worry," she smiled and walked out of the room.

"Did you get bit?" Coach asked, looking at the blood stain on Ellis' shirt.

"Yep," he laughed. "Wanna see?"

Rochelle moved through the tight corridors of the old farm house and walked into the kitchen. There was a slight bang from the next room, making her jump. She lifted her gun and aimed it quickly around the corner into the small room where wind repeatedly pushed the door decorated in white drapes into the wall.

"Coach! You didn't think to shut the door?" she yelled.

"I did shut the damn door," his deep voice carried through the rooms.

"Shut the door my ass…" she sighed, closing the door.

Walking back through the kitchen she stopped at the sight of a box of Fruit Loops sitting on the counter.

"Sweet," she said. "I'm starving."

She continued, now checking the cabinets for which one had a bowl in it. A low gurgling growl stopped her in place.

"The hell..?" she whispered to herself.

Lifting her gun once again, she slowly guided herself around the island counter top in the center of the room. The noise was most certainly coming from the next room.

She made her way slowly, watching each step. The door was partially open, so she moved closer trying to see through the crack. Something darted by quickly, releasing a strange cry unlike the infected she had grown slightly accustomed to.

"Oh screw this!"

She grabbed the doorknob and pulled the door closed and backed up against the wall trapping it inside. Suddenly the door started jerking violently as whatever was on the other side screamed inhumanely and banged on the door.

"What the fuck...?"

She began to panic.

"Ellis! Coach!" she yelled as the flimsy door cracked down the middle. The gargling screams shook her more than anything she had experienced the last few days. As if whatever it was had charged the door from afar the door split further and a large chunk of the center had busted open. Rochelle aimed her gun shakily. It lifted its head and looked through the hole at her. Its mouth salivated and its eyes were completely white. The hooded man dove backwards just as she squeezed off a shot. It moved faster than any of the infected they'd previously encountered. Rochelle ran away from the doorway as the zombie busted through with a rabid leap. The hooded creature stood up extending its fingers. It swiped its claws at her, scratching the wall. Rochelle fired a few more rounds and hit it in the chest twice, but it dropped down to the floor in a crouching position unphased.

"Rochelle! Where are you girl?!" Coach yelled.

"I'm ova here!" she yelled, running backwards and firing off two more shots, missing both.

The creature jumped and tackled her to the floor.

"Get this thing off me!" she screamed, struggling as it tried to dig its claws into her, ripping her shirt.

After slamming her head into the creature's, it seemed disoriented for a second while on top of her. Rochelle fired off three shots almost directly in its forehead. The hooded creature slumped over on her. Panicking and still screaming, she shoved him aside and stood up covered in blood, breathing heavily. Coach ran up to her and held her as she tried to avoid crying.

"Is that your blood?!" Ellis stared in shock.

"What the fuck is that?" Nick walked over to the body, picking up its arm. "These nails...er claws?"

"We can't stay here anymore," Rochelle choked out. "We gotta get the hell outta town."

She cringed, looking down at the blood covering her.

"You okay?" Ellis asked as Rochelle walked by still shaking. "From now on we don't leave each others' sides, ya hear?"

He consoled her as she looked up at him and smiled slightly.

"It reminds me, there was this one time where me and Kieth-" Ellis continued.

Coach interrupted him as he walked by, shaking his head angrily. Ellis understood instantly to quit talking.

Nick put his arm on Rochelle. "Sweetheart, you're gonna have to tell us what happened."

"I already told you, that thing busted through the God damn door. Jumped across the damn hallway and onto me," she started. "Where I shot it in the damn face three fuckin' times."

When she finished, she was breathing heavily again.

"So that's it then, they're changing?" Nick asked rhetorically.

"Well then we just gonna have to kill 'em all then," Ellis said, tucking his handgun in his jeans and grabbing the shotgun from his back.

Coach walked over from the other room with a pink shirt and a towel in his hands.

"Here Ro," he smiled, handing the two things to her. "Get ya self cleaned up and we'll move out."

"Where we goin?" she asked.

"The docks seem like best bet," Nick said calmly. "There's this boat. I can get us on it if it's still there."

Rochelle turned around changing shirts.

"You got a boat?" she asked.

"Don't worry about what I got," Nick snarled. "But no, I don't."

"Then why we goin' to the docks?" she asked sarcastically.

"I said I could get us on a damn boat," he answered.

Ellis scratched his chin.

"Why didn't you say so before?" he asked.

"I didn't think about it," Nick groaned.

"Alright everyone just stop it and let's get our act together. The docks it is. It's worth a shot," Coach spoke loudly, taking control of the conversation. "Nick says he may have a boat we can get on. Best case scenario, we get on it."

"What's the worst case scenario?" Ellis questioned.

"I'm pretty sure you can figure that one out on your own," Coach said picking up his axe, and putting away his handgun.

"Oh... okay..." Ellis smiled awkwardly. "Just wish Nick woulda told us he had a boat sooner."

"I don't have a God damn boat!" Nick yelled.

The four walked outside the house through the field which was muddy from the rainstorm from the night before.

"We should stop by town yeah?" Ellis questioned, stepping over a half-submerged corpse that they probably had shot the previous night. Coach nodded and they continued walking.

The screeching voice of an infected startled them as it made its way through the field towards them.

Bam!

Nick fired a round, hitting it in the head. It fell to the floor.

"Let's hustle," he said putting another bullet in the chamber of his revolver.

The survivors instinctively started to jog, and when they reached the pavement of a street, they turned to follow it.

Two more infected lay crouched over a body ahead of them. Both looked up and stumbled as they stood up and charged at the group. Another from the left came running.

Several shots later, the infected were put down and they continued forward.

"You guys shoulda seen the way the thing moved..." Rochelle started. "I mean, it was so fast, and then the way it eyed me as it crawled towards me before it jumped... it was crazy."

Chills rushed through her body.

"Hey, don't think," Ellis pat his hand on Rochelle's shoulder. "Just shoot-"

Ellis was interrupted by the sound of a loud horn blaring through the night.

"Well I'll be damned," he smirked.

"There's others!" Coach yelled and began to hustle down the road.

"Ah hell, with all that noise they're good as dead," Nick stated carelessly.

The road was slightly foggy and surrounded by fields on both sides and the infected wandered aimlessly through them.

"I ain't 'bout to sit here," Ellis cut in, chasing after Coach, who really hasn't gotten that far.

"Hey!" Rochelle shouted, but low enough to not draw the attention of the infected nearby. "You think that's drivable?"

She nodded towards a rusted blue pickup truck half off the road, not too far behind them.

The four quickly scurried to the pickup, pumping lead into two more infected along the way.

"Pop the hood," Ellis seemed delighted to say.

Rochelle hopped into the driver seat and pressed the button to open the hood of the car.

"I'll drive," Rochelle said as Coach hopped up onto the truck bed.

"Like hell," Ellis argued. "I work on cars six days a week."

"That don't mean you can drive," she snapped.

"Aw hell..." he sighed.

"Shotgun!" Nick said, almost laughing as he ran around the other side.

"Y'all are some bitches," Ellis sighed closing the hood. "I hope the keys aren't even-" he stopped himself as Rochelle dangled the trucks keys out the window.

Starting the car, she began to drive forward.

"Aw, come on!" Ellis yelled running towards to the back. Coach reached his hand out.

"Looks like you're ridin' wit me boy," he said, lifting Ellis up as he jumped over the side into the back.

Ellis cocked his shotgun and took a knee.

"Ya know, one time, Kieth drove his car off a cliff and broke both legs," he started, "it wasn't a funny ha ha story though."

Coach just put his hand over his face and shook his head.

"Shh...Let's just enjoy the ride Ellis," he said in a low tone, although his deep voice was loud enough to hear over the engine. "This might be the last time we get a chance to relax."

"I'm starvin'," Ellis mumbled, as he turned his head to watch the infected run from out of the fields to chase the pickup.

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Lemme know what you think, continue, scrap, jump off a bridge? I just want to get better. :)