rackofbadcds | Alternate title: Three Men and a Baby

Holy hell of a morning.

After Coach had gotten shot, the motherfucking mountain man, the one the other called Marshall, didn't waste time. The other woman quickly introduced herself as Jean, a nurse and Marshall's wife, and had barely started trying to stop Coach's bleeding when Marshall brought up the bunker. It was less of a reccomendation and more like a demand. With Coach bleeding as bad as he was coupled with Rochelle's condition, which he would bring up later, the faster they got out the better.

And it was just in time, because as soon as the four of them got out of the hospital and made their quick introductions. Well, introductions coupled with arguing, especially when it was brought up who had shot Coach. Jean was about to shut them up with the roar of a horde did it for her. It didn't take more than a second for them to decide what to do. They abandoned the van (temporarily, they hoped), carried Coach and Rochelle into Marshall and Jean's pickup truck, piled in, and drove the fuck out.

Coach managed to stay conscious, even with all the blood he was losing. Rochelle, though, was out hot (pun intended) in her feverish condition. Jean did her best with the both of them. She said there was a doctor at the bunker, a co-worker she escaped with before she found Marshall again, who could give them a lot better help. Otherwise, between driving and trying to stablize the others, Jean and Marshall didn't have much focus to explain themselves and the bunker. As soon as they were out of the woods, that story was being saved.

The horde finally caught up when they got to the bunker. The slow opening door didn't help. But ~~a crescendo later and~~ the door opened enough for them to crawl under, and all that's left was to shoot the zombies trying to do the same until the door slid closed, just as slowly.

It finally did, and Coach leaned against the wall. He panted, hard.

"God DAMN..."

Jean moved over to him and offered an arm. Marshall was already carrying the unconscious Rochelle in both arms of his own arms, seeing as he wasn't sure how good of an idea it was to haul a pregnant woman over his shoulders.

"Gotta agree with that shit." He grunted. "Doc better still be here."

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"Ughh, yeah."

She paused.

"Me neither. I had enough BOY'S names in mind, but..."

"Yeah?" He gave her a look, curious. He did too, actually. Boys were a hell of a lot easier to raise than girls... or he'd assume anyway. Not that he had any damn clue what they were going to do with the kid when it was born, if they were going to have to keep it or what.

Rather than drive himself crazy thinking about that... "What, you wanted a boy?"

Rochelle shrugged.

"t's our kid, boy OR girl, but I'm used to boys. Not that I'm dissapointed that it's a girl, I mean."

"I know what you mean." He could handle a kid, he figured... raising a girl? That was going to be one damn adventure.

"We'll have to think about it. Think Ellis got you one of those baby name books or something, if you want to look over it later."

"Yeahhh, that's right." Rochelle chuckled. Okay, she let go of Nick and finally turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She grabbed the towel that she hung off a chair and started drying herself off.

"I kinda like the name... Selena. That's the only one I had so far. I thought about it before I was sure it was gonna be a boy."

He grabbed the other towel and started to work on himself, watching her as she moved. Wanted to make sure she was steady after all... falling right now wouldn't be good for her or the kid.

"Selena... I like the name." He actually really did.

"It was the only girl's name I could think of at the time that I liked," She said with a shrug. "It's an idea."

As she was rubbing her towel on her arm, she noticed him watching.

"What?"

"What?" He mustered up a teasing smirk. No reason to coddle her... at least coddle her and act like it. Nick had his pride after all. "I ain't allowed to look at you anymore or something? Don't be cold, sweetheart."

Rochelle raised an eyebrow in his direction. She threw him a smirk. She tossed the towel on the floor and grabbed her new clean clothes. All it was was underwear and a gown that looked like it was a hospital gown attempted (unsuccessfully) to look something fashionable. But it was still pretty much a hospital gown. They probably picked it out for Rochelle so she would be comfortable.

And hey, she wasn't complaining.

"I didn't think I'd be all that appealing to look at right now."

She's joking, of course, but there's a hint of genuine appreciation in her teasing smirk back to it. It disssapears as she pulls the gown over her head.

He rolled his eyes at that. "Well, can't say much for the gown..."

That thing was pretty hideous, but hey, at least it was something clean for her to put on for once. Once he was dressed in some of his own clothes, he went to slide an arm around her shoulders.

"Come on, let's get you to bed."

"Well, it's comfortable. I'm gonna be in bed, so I'm sure as hell not complaining."

She looks up at him with a smile as his arm slipped around her and she nods.

"For once we can actually say that, huh?"

"I know... at least this is a chance to get out of saferooms for awhile." Hopefully a long while. After they're both ready to get moving, he starts to lead the way out.

Laying down sounds fantastic right about now. Been a long, busy goddamn day.

"And saferoom beds." Rochelle makes a face. "If they're ever any."

She's looking forward to a bed that's actually been slept on.

Nick and Rochelle settled into a surprisingly peaceful, restful sleep. Been a damn long time since they'd had anything resembling it and Nick was a little reluctant to wake the next day. He did though, because they needed breakfast and it was time to finish moving into their rooms, getting settled.

Nick almost couldn't believe they were really doing this, settling in.

By the time they made it to the dining area, Ellis was already sitting next to Coach, running his mouth about God only knows what to the guy. He looked entirely too awake and enthusiastic, in Nick's opinion, for so goddamn early.

"Hey, Nick!" The kid greeted with a grin and a wave. "Ro, how you doin' today, girl?"

Coach seemed to be managing Ellis' stories, but from the bags under his eyes that Rochelle saw, it looks like he didn't get much sleep. Poor Coach. His arm must not have made things any better, but at least it was in a sling. Ro came in on her wheelchair (since the doctor insisted on her being off her feet at least 90% of the time).

"Hey Ellis, hey Coach."

They all came back together after Rochelle cleaned herself up, so they didn't have any suprises between each other.

"I'm actually suprised I slept so well."

Nick settled in at the table once Rochelle was comfortable too. He leaned in against the table and looked between Ellis before his eyes settled on Coach. "How's the arm, big guy?"

Looked like he hadn't slept all that great, from the bags under his eyes and the way they were a little bit bloodshot. Guess they didn't hand the pain pills out so freely here or something... or Coach just hadn't taken any.

Coach grunted and leaned back in his seat. He rubbed his eyes as he shifted around. Yeah, he wasn't comfortable.

"Shit, even with the pills the doc gave me last night I didn't sleep."

Rochelle frowned. "Aw, Coach."

"S'alright, you didn't do nothin'. It ain't like we ever had sleepless nights before, but I ain't never got shot either." With that Coach tilts his head back. "Looks like my arm got us here, though."

"Coach, don't talk like that."

"I ain't. It still hurts like hell."

"Hey, maybe it's time you take some more of them pills they gave you, Coach? Man, might ease the ache at least." Ellis had a sympathetic look on his face. He ain't ever been shot like that, but he could imagine it'd hurt like hell.

"At least you get to take it easy while you heal here... guess that's a plus," Nick murmured, even if it was because of these people that he was even wounded in the first place anyway.

Coach scratched his chin with his free hand.

"We all get to. Hell, this could be home for us, so at least we got something out of me gettin' shot." He grunted. "Still hurts like hell though."

Rochelle paused, then she nodded. "I dunno about you guys but I think a bunker's a hell of a lot more than we were hoping to find at least."

Alternate title: Three Men and a Baby

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wanna skip to another part soon? idk maybe the four of them doing something.

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