Chapter 10

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Ellis pov

Oh man. I've only Been gone for an hour and I already miss her.

Francis snaps me out.of my daze. "Uh ellis, I forgot to bring it up but. I lied to zoey about the flare gun. I just didn't want her to worry."

"It's okay, we will find something"

I see movement in a store up ahead.

"Francis" I point for him to look. He gives a gruff "mmhmm" in response

As we busy the doors into the building we see a hunter pounce at us. Francis shoots it in the head mid air.

"Francis I'm in a bum mood but that was fucking awesome" I can't contain my excitement

He smirks and then the alarm goes off from outside. We look and see that a car alarm went off.

Francis grabs me and pulls me in a closet.

"Let's wait it out" I agree with him so I just nod.

I would be in that closet for way longer if it weren't for the gunshots that I hear. Francis and I look at each other and bust down the door and run outside.

I see Nick, Rochelle and Louis all fighting for there lives. Oh my god it's Christmas!!

I start to shoot all the zombies that are starting to surround them. Francis backs me up. A smoker grabs Nick I follow it. By the time I kill the smoker I can see that Nick is in rough shape.

"Holy shit. Back from the dead" nick says

"Something like that. Cmon" we make are way back and fight the remaining horde.

"You two actually made it" Louis says smiling

"Great to see you guys" Rochelle says giving us hugs

"Francis and I came looking for you, found you guys easier than I thought it would be, I thought you guys were dead" I admit

"Hey.. Where's Zoey?" Louis asks

"And coach" Nick adds

"They found a boat and they are headed to a near by island I told them that Francis and I would come back and send a signal for them to pick us up once we find you guys" I say

Louis seems satisfied and gives a happy smile and a goofy laugh. Nick grabs me by the shoulder.

"Let's get out of here man, and Jesus you need to shave"

I rub my chin on instinct and nod in agreement.

Now what do we signal them with?

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