"Pretty sure my world's Atlanta's got the same fate as yours: overrun an' full o' the not-so-dead." At the mention of Nick, Ellis sighed out rather exasperated, "Black hair, kinda built, fuckin' diva o' a man?" Of course Nick had to run into these guys and give them trouble. Because what the hell was surviving in a group, right? Though he omits for now that the supplies he's requested are for them as a team, just in case.

"Wha' did tha' fuckin' idiot do to ya? I'm so sorry but he's like tha' I'm afraid. I may be his friend," and he speaks without shame about that fact, "but goddammit he gets into so much trouble," El rattled on, pretty much accepting that whatever Nick did in his absence may cost them dearly. "He's a survivor from my group, with me, a lady named Rochelle an' a man we call Coach. Well the last two ain't here, thank God but...Nick...well, sorry in advanced."

Oh fate would make sure that apology wasn't wasted.