Nicest? *Whistles in consideration, tucking a hand over the back of his neck* Well, shit, th’man wus mah family - he made me strong. Dunno how much more uh felluh like mah buddy Keith cud do tuh be nice.
[Author’s note: For those of you unaware, El’s boyfriend Ask-Keith is not “his” Keith, they’re from different universes which converged through Tumblr. To reference his own Keith, I tag posts with “friends: keith” instead of “ask~keith” to avoid confusion.]
“People,” the black girl whispered in a horrified murmur, the whites of her eyes bright against her terrified face. She looked up from the carnage that now occupied the stairwell, clutching the railing as though feeling faint. “We just killed people.”
“Naw,” Ellis said firmly, standing up from where he’d been crouched beside a body. The door from the emergency stairwell that lead to the roof was busted in, wood flecked with blood from fists that had pummeled clear through to get to the four people that had hidden behind it. “These are zombies.”
“Zombies?” echoed the greasy-haired man in the suit, now splattered with blood – and not particularly alarmed that it was blood, Ellis noticed with distaste.
“Zombie zombies,” Ellis confirmed with a quick nod. “They ain’t people no more.”
“They’re sick,” the woman hissed, pistol trembling in her grasp as she slid down the stairs a little, “They’re sick and we killed them.”
“We ain’t got no choice,” rumbled the big black man behind her, taking her thin elbow and hoisting her back onto her feet.
“An’ we ain’t got no mommas tuh run home to,” Ellis noted, offering a grin as he held out a new clip for her pistol; his baggy coveralls were host to more pockets than her slim jeans had provided. “We’re gonnuh git tuh that evac an’ back tuh our families, miss – Ah promise yuh.”