Ellis had been driving slow enough to maneuver around anything that could stop his truck, but fast enough to mow down anything that couldn't. Ellis had always liked to brag about having a mind like a steel trap, but Ellis needed to prove that, and he needed to prove it five fuckin' minutes ago. While the young man normally oozed confidence, the further he sped into the woods, the more unsure he could feel himself becoming. He had only visited Zoey once, and the pressure was on to remember his way back to her. His white knuckled death grip on the steering wheel only tightened with every tree he passed. What if he had already made a wrong turn? The Tank wasn't downtown anymore, and that only left one other place for it to be. Too close to Zoey. She may have been in a house full of people, and as nice as the girls were, it's not like they were gonna be backing Zoey up if that thing came a-knockin'. Zoey was smart. He could tell just by the way she talked, even if he didn't know she went to college and everything. That was one of the many things that Ellis would gush about to anyone who would listen to his love struck ramblings, but it wasn't like her, or anyone he ever knew had been able to take down a Tank all by themselves. She was going to need help, and thankfully, Ellis rolled into Everett more than prepared.
Was that a machine gun?
One sharp turn and two more close calls with trees later, the Katherine's came into view, and so did the Tank. And an explosion. And last but not least, his pink wearing, gun toting, pony tailed angel, safe (or safe as anyone could get dancing with a Tank) on the roof. Good. Zoey had a M-60, and he wasn't too late to the party. Ellis slammed his foot down on the gas as hard as he could, racing towards the mansion, fueled by nothing but adrenaline. At the very last second, Ellis lifted his foot, spun the wheel to the left, let go, and slammed on the brakes. The tires squealed in protest, and the sudden stop nearly put the truck on two wheels. He threw the truck into park, and jumped out as fast as he could. Hopping onto the bed of the truck, Ellis ripped the tarp off. He quickly dug through all the crap he had been hoarding since Louisiana, and had no idea what spurred him to grab his iron cast frying pan and huck it towards the tank, but at least Zoey didn't see. She was already running for a ladder. "HEY!" He shouted, finally spotting his new best friend, and the last three over sized shells he had left. Hey, it was better than nothing. He wasted no more time in first snatching up the grenade launcher and the shells, set the shells down on top of the cab, before then climbing up the cab. Once he found his footing, he picked up a shell, and loaded it into the grenade launcher and took aim. Zoey was making her way down the side of the mansion, and he had the clear shot he needed. "I said HEY you ugly sonuvabitch!!!" Ellis braced himself for the kick, and pulled the trigger.