The following story takes place before Ellis comes out of the coma, soon after Zoey moves into the hospital office.

Knock Knock Knock

"Come in." Zoey yelled, trying to compose herself.

She'd just had a nightmare, about Bill. She had seen him, as a zombie. She'd just woke up, in a cold sweat, and she was still shaking.

"Zoey? Is everything alright?" Doc said, entering the room. "I heard screaming. Is something wrong?" He looked around.

"I... I'm alright, thanks, though." She stuttered, still shaking.

"You don't look alright. Are you sick?" Doc sat down beside her on her bed, and held his hand to her forehead.

"I'm fine." She said. "I had a bad dream, is all."

"Something on your mind? Something you wanna talk about?" Doc looked worried.

Yes, there is something I want to talk about. Zoey thought. Just not to you, I need Ellis, I need to talk to Ellis.

"No. It's alright, really." Zoey stood up. "How's Ellis?"

"...He... He's alive. I really can't tell you much else. He doesn't appear to be getting better, or worse, but, that's to be expected, he's in a coma."

"Right... right..." Zoey turned away from him, and shed a tear.

"I'll... let you get back to sleep. I didn't mean to bother you." Doc said, standing up and walking towards the door.

"Doc," Zoey called after him.

"Yes?" He said, turning back to face her.

"Thanks, for all you've done for us... for me. It really means a lot." Zoey said, giving him a weak smile.

"My pleasure." Doc replied. "Anything I can get you?"

"No, I'm alright, thanks." She said, laying back down.

"Alright, goodnight." Doc said, leaving the office.

Later that night...

"Ellis?" Zoey saw him. He was holding his M16, but he wasn't aiming at anything. He was walking away from her, down an alley.

"Ellis!" She yelled after him. He didn't seem to hear her. Zoey ran after him, down the alley. Ellis reached the end before she caught up with him. She saw the charger run past the end of the alley, taking Ellis with it.

"Shit, ELLIS!" Zoey ran after him, picking up the gun he had dropped when the charger hit him.

"Ellis?" She yelled, looking around. No response came. She couldn't hear anything, not even the dull thud the chargers usually made when they were pounding their victims into the ground.

"He's gone. I've taken him away from you."

Zoey turned around, to see a charger standing behind her... talking?

"Did you just... speak?" Zoey was bewildered.

"Did I? I'm uncertain. I only remember running headfirst into a boy, cracking his skull. Taking him away from his friends, away from the ones who loved him." The charger said to her, with a sneer.

Zoey lifted the M16 and fired the whole clip into the charger, but it didn't seem to bother him.

"What? You want to take what little life I have left in me away? I watched, as my family, my friends became infected. Everything was taken from me. And then I was infected. Even more was taken from me, even when I thought it wasn't possible. I'm a mindless beast, to anyone else. My sole purpose is to kill." By the time the charger had finished talking, Zoey had reloaded and began firing again, tears running down her face. She closed her eyes until she stopped firing. When she opened them, Ellis was standing in front of her, his chest blown open from the many bullets she had just fired.

"...Zoey..." He said in a weak voice, before crashing to the ground.

Zoey woke up, again in a cold sweat, and crying.

I can't take much more of this... She thought. Will it be like this every night?

She laid back down, dreading the next thing she would see in a dream...