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Heres an Ellis light study thing idk. I hate this i dont think it looks like him but unfortunately I really liked the arm so 💔💔💔

Reference is from JASON STACKHOUSE from true blood because they are almost the same character. Thx

I posted this on my tiktok too @/left4gospels

Someone shoot me with a gun i have like an unhealthy dependency on this game this is not a joke this is a cry for help 😅

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Tw:// drug use mention

Mentioned this on my tiktok story but nobody replies to those </3

So in my history class we were learning about Vietnam war, right, and all the drugs (opium) they were doing. Do y’all think Bill was lighting that shit up? 🔥🔥🔥

(This is half ass a joke btw js a thought i had)

Hes so friggin tuff.. he looks kind of ginger and i hope thats not the case but id still love him.

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Every time i come on this app i get filled with dread and loathing… dunno why.

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“I AIN’T STICKIN’ AROUND LONG”

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Another nick for some reason idk… this was a sketch but it just kept going. Sorry for lack of art I’ve been really depressed lol. I played left 4 dead for 5 hours last night while crying, and i STILL kicked zombie ass. Im the best.

Big things coming… maybe idk yet. Ok bye i hate this app.

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This song reminds me of nick.

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I think Ellis l4d2 has too much whimsy and spirit and joy to be able to relate him to Crush by Ethel Cain in any way possible but I still do think of him when listening to it. I think it works in a “when the sunlight hits that man and his smile just right while we’re in his truck listening to good music and shooting the shit and he’s smoking and I don’t smoke but I want to take a hit off of whatever he’s smoking but the moment is so perfect I’m scared to ask” way and not a #badboy way. Do you understand the words im saying to you.

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“MY BODY IS A MACHINE”

Okay I KNOW i said i wouldn’t repost art from my wrongfully terminated account but it’s Skarlett like I NEED people to know of her existence or I might die.

(Again this is kind if old and the anatomy and pose is weird but idc I like it)

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Skarlett is a scientist who worked in the sterile halls of the virology dependent at CEDA previous to the apocalypse. Between the long hours, grey ethics, and bitter coffee, Skarlett always felt she was made for something— more. Like her soul was driven by an inexplicable pull, as if she were a cog turning in a machine. Every action felt less like a choice and more like— compulsion, a sense of purpose guiding her toward something greater—something she had yet to understand.

When the infection tore through the world, that’s when she found her purpose. She wasn’t a cog— she was a weapon.

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Guys reaching theory i just thought of but its bad and it sucks

What if BLAKE JORDAN from the Japan adaptation of l4d is ELLIS’s BROTHER?!? No proof btw just thought of it because… idk. Also he was the bartender in the hotel right so… AND blake also likes jimmy gibbs jr?!

Obviously not true but it would be cool. Ish.

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Also sort of unrelated but in the japan version, specifically in the passing, all the l4d survivors are still there and they all speak Japanese (ofc cause it’s a Japanese game)— but i thought it would be cool if only louis spoke to them since he knows a little Japanese, and he interned in Tokyo and stuff. Then you could tie all the games together easier, and it would just be cool.

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“SHIPS MAST”

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Was rewatching death proof the other day, and when the Ships Mast scene came on I immediately thought of Ellis and Keith. So here’s one of Ellis’s stories about that. (He explains it if u don’t know what it is)

This is not good

Imagine this in Ellis voice and like— him laughing in between and it starts to sound more like him lol

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“Hey, y’all ever watched that movie, Death Proof? You know, the movie about the stunt man that kills a bunch of girls? Well there’s one scene where they play this game— Ships Mast— that me and my buddy Keith tried once. Yeah, what you do is; take two belts, strap yourself good to the hood of a car, and hang on for dear life while somebody else drives like a damn lunatic! All you gotta do is stay up there as long as you can without gettin’ flung off. It’s dangerous as all hell, but shit if it ain’t the funnest goddamn thing you could do! We saw that and we were like ‘we gotta try that!’ Oh man, it was so fun.

So me and keith, we’re out on this long stretch of backroad, right? And I go first, ‘cause I been dyin’ to try it ever since we saw it in that movie. Keith gets behind the wheel of his brother Paul’s beat-up Pontiac, and I climb on up, strappin’ myself in real good. I swear to God, it felt like I was flyin’—wind in my face, the road rushin’ under me, whole damn world feelin’ like one big roller coaster! Craziest shit i’ve ever done, man! We musta hit at least 100 down that old backroad.

Anyway, then it was Keith’s turn, and I get into the seat. Now, when I get behind the wheel of a car, especially one like that sexy Pontiac, I go… fast. And Keith’s kinda big, ya know? All sprawled out on the hood— and I can’t see a thing over his gut, so I ain’t got a goddamn clue where the hell i’m goin’. But I step on the gas anyhow!

Now, I dunno if it was the wind, the speed, or maybe Keith just don’t got the same grip strength I do, but not even 2 minutes in, I hear ‘Oh shit!’ and boom, there goes Keith man! Just sails right off the hood like a goddamn ragdoll, bouncin’ down the pavement and into this big ass bush. Road rash over 95% of his body. It was insane, and i couldn’t stop laughing. Prolly would’a died if he hadn’t flung into that bush… I reckoned it must’a been fate he fell off there man.

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When it’s raining coach will definitely go outside like somebody’s grandma to “see how bad it is”. Like hands on his hips, shaking his head at the clouds lol

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For some reason I think zoey would really like sonic youth… just fits idk

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Idk what this means but its making me paranoid…

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Literally the guy im talking to im only talking to him because he reminds me of Ellis a lot ngl (not a good thing)

He want me bad tho 😂😂✅✅

We are literally zoey and ellis but if zoey was weird and depressed instead of cool and hot

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Its actually unhealthy. I cannot stop thinking about this game so much it’s genuinely driving me crazy. Like actually i can’t focus on anything else. SOMETHING IS WRONG!! 😭😭😭❌❌❌ i haven’t dreamt about myself in months.

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Literally l4d is keeping me alive rn because i have nothing else to live for except my best friend. Boy oh boy do i wish i was joking and/or exaggerating 😂😂😂

Im so depressed guys its over…

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Hhsh i cant stop thinking about evil Ellis again… aghh. What if ellis wasn’t goofy and a good person but an evil hillbilly douchebag? SMASH! Need… need…

(Technically he’s not a hillbilly those are like Appalachian people but literally whatever)

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“UNTOUCHABLE”

Short story

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(Drawing by me, I hated the full version but i liked how I drew Ellis so this is what you get.)

First time writing something and posting it publicly so uh i hope you guys like it. Was just an idea I had. I dont like this it could be better.

TW: Death, violence, Keith is sort of a douche, mid story.

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“Ellis and his best buddy Keith were driving on the road, heading to the nearest evacuation station with no idea what would happen to them. With rumors of an apocalypse, neither of them were taking it seriously. Keith always had that invincible energy that nothing could touch either of them when they were together, so why would Ellis doubt him? They were fine, everything would work out in the end.

That is, until they run out of gas. Then everything starts to get a little too serious for Ellis.”

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The chevy sped down the empty backroad, gravel crunching under the tires and trees blurring by. Ellis kept one hand on the wheel and the other draped over the shifter, his fingers tapping to the rhythm of ‘Don't fear the reaper’. Keith sat in the passenger seat, his worn boots propped up on the dash like he owned the damn thing, tearing into a stick of jerky he randomly found in his pocket. They’d taken one of the many backroads of Georgia to avoid the crowd towards the evacuation station– a hotel Ellis hadn’t been to since he was a kid– leaving the road clear for him to step on the gas.

“Man, this don’t feel real, does it?” Keith said, his mouth half-full, cheeks puffed like a chipmunk as he looked out the window. Ellis turned down the radio to hear him. “Remember that ramp off of White Bluff? I was drivin’, and I hit that shit goin’ like 120! Dave nearly shit his fuckin’ pants. You puked all over my dash, I was fuckin’ pissed.”

Ellis glanced at him, laughing at the memory. “Dude I know! I was just thinkin’ about that! Oh man, that was so funny. I’d do it again, ‘except last time we weren’t dodgin’ zombies n’ shit.”

“Hey, we ain’t seen no zombies yet? If we do, just run them fuckers over. Nothin’ but a speed bump.” Keith grinned, the kind of grin that made him look like a kid trying to get away with something. It was that grin that normally got Ellis into trouble. Keith had a way of turning bad ideas into brilliant ones, and Ellis had a bad habit of going along with them. Like the time Keith got it in his head to make homemade fireworks, or the bumper cars, or the gators. Keith always liked the thrill of having one foot in the grave.

Even when Keith’s ideas blew up in their faces—literally, in the case of the fireworks—Ellis always trusted him. Keith just had this way about him, this dumb kinda confidence that made you believe nothing could ever touch you in his presence. And until that day, Ellis believed him.

“Man, that would be so cool. Use em’ as a ramp, oh– like the Dukes of hazzard!” Ellis cheered with a gleaming smile, both of them laughing.

“Just the good ol’ boys…” Keith sang the tune to the opening. “That used to come on every mornin’ after the news. You remember as a kid, playin’ as them? Man, we were stupid. I’d watch it again though.”

Ellis smiled and swallowed hard, his throat suddenly tight. He didn’t want to think about the news– how all those people died in Macon, or how they might never see another tv show again. Now that the evacuation was mandatory, it all seemed different. He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. Ellis didn’t like to think about shit like that. So he avoided those thoughts for as long as he could.

“Y’think this hotel’s gonna be as fancy as it used to be? Hell, I ain’t been to The Vannah in a fuckin’ dogs age. Last time I was there, I think I was with Cindy,” Keith asked, breaking the silence. “That bitch that left me at the tunnel of’ love'?”

“Ha! Yeah, I remember that.” Ellis snorted, adjusting his hat. Who’s he kidding? They’re gonna be fine. “Oughta be paradise with all this shit goin’ on. Bet there’s gonna be a shit ton a’ people. Hope they ain’t zombies like on the TV.”

Keith laughed, that wheezy, half-choked sound that always got Ellis laughing too, and for a moment, the world didn’t seem so bad. “Pft, I wasn't payin’ attention to that. That news lady they got on channel 7 is a fine piece, I can tell ya that.”

Then the fuel light dinged, Ellis groaned. They should’ve fueled up before, but everyone was in such a rush to leave, they figured they might as well be too.

“Goddamn, already outta gas,” he muttered, hitting his steering wheel. “This is some bullshit. I told you we should’a gassed ‘er up.”

The gas station came into view a mile or so down the road, a lonely convenience store from when people worried about gas prices and not whether they’d live long enough to pay for it. Ellis pulled the truck into the lot, the tires crunching over broken glass and debris.

“Where the hell are the people? They already left? Man, I better not get a flat from all this glass, I'm serious.” Ellis said, shaking his head as he turned into one of the pumps.

“Shit, this place looks like a scene outta a horror movie,” Keith said, leaning out the window to get a better look. “Betcha there’s bodies in the back.”

“Shut up,” Ellis grinned, slapping him on the shoulder. “Ain’t funny.” He said, despite his smile.

He killed the engine and stepped out, the heat slamming into him like a wall. Goddamn the Georgia heat was relentless. It was quiet. No birds, no wind, just the sound of his boots on the pavement as he walked to the pump. He glanced around—two empty cars, both with busted windows, but not a soul in sight. I mean damn, he didn’t think it would be all peaches and cream, but he definitely didn’t expect nothing like this.

“Hey, you think they got snacks inside?” Keith called from the truck, stepping out and shutting the door.

Ellis smiled and looked over his shoulder, Keith’s words distracting him from reality– like they always did. “Oh, that’s a good idea right there. Man, I could go for a slurpee– or a beer.” He shook his head. “You think they make beer slurpees?”

Keith didn’t answer, and Ellis figured he ran off somewhere to find some food. He was silently wondering if he still had to pay or not, gripping the pump handle, his fingers trembling just a little. He hated how quiet it was. Hated how weird this whole thing felt. He started getting wrapped up in his head again, something he never does. Maybe this whole flu thing was a bigger deal than he thought.

“El,” Keith called again, catching Ellis’s attention.“You see that?”

Ellis turned, following Keith’s gaze to the corner of the lot. A shadow darted between two cars, quick and low, like an animal.

“Prolly just a dog or some shit,” Ellis said, though he didn’t believe it himself. Just ignore it, he told himself, get the gas and go.

Keith snorted. “Yeah, a dog the size of a goddamn linebacker.”

Ellis laughed at that, setting the pump back in its cradle and turned toward the truck. “C’mon, we’re leavin’. Not a man here, so I ain’t payin’. And I sure as hell ain’t killin’ no dog.”

But Keith wasn’t in the truck. He was a good twenty feet away, crouched beside an overturned box, squinting at something on the ground.

“What'd ya find? Hurry your ass up, man.” Ellis smiled, approaching him. Ellis usually didn’t mind the way Keith treated all this like it was just another story they’d laugh about later, it kept his mind from wandering to the parts of this whole mess he wasn’t ready to think about. He didn’t know if he ever would be. Now, Ellis was starting to get a little worried. But he’d never let Keith know that.

Keith looked up, grinning like an idiot, waving the yellow cylinder in the air. “Found me a box of Twinkies! They ain’t even opened!”

“Awh, yeah! Get some and let’s go man, cmon. Move your ass.” Ellis said, beckoning him with a little more insistence in his words. The hairs on his neck stood up, watching as Keith shoved a couple more in his pocket.

“Alright alright. Damn, don’t get your panties in a twist–”

And then it happened.

The “dog” from before launched itself at Keith, moving faster than Ellis blink. Keith barely had time to scream before the thing was on him, its claws ripping into his chest, its weight slamming him to the ground. This wasn’t a dog, this was a human– or it was at one point– as wild as an animal

“Keith!” Ellis yelled, his voice cracking, pulse skyrocketing. “Holy shit!”

The thing snarled with gritted teeth, blood already dripping from its mouth from God knows what. Keith thrashed and yelled, using all the force he could to push the thing off, but it was no use. It’s hands– almost clawed, tore into Keith's ribs, jabbing into his organs again and again and again. This thing wasn’t like the zombies in movies. It wasn’t looking for brains or running on hunger– it was looking to kill.

Ellis grabbed the crowbar he kept in bed of his truck and ran, his legs moving on instinct. The first hit connected with a sickening crunch, sending blood and bits of bone flying. The Hunter reeled, its claws twitching, but Ellis didn't stop. He brought the crowbar down against its skill– feeling every hit– until the thing was a lifeless heap of infected flesh on the ground. Ellis stared in disbelief for a second, panting with burning lungs, before he heard a babbling cough beneath him.

“Keith!” Ellis gasped, forgetting the crowbar and dropping to his knees beside him. Blood pooled on the asphalt under Keith's body– his shirt and flesh shredded to pieces. Keith’s eyes were wide, his chest heaving, blood pouring from the gaping wound in his side, coughing up more of the red liquid from all the internal damage. Ellis reckoned it must’ve hurt something fierce, but the sheer shock and adrenaline must’ve kept Keith from feeling a thing.

“Ellis,” he choked out, his voice weak, looking down at himself in complete disbelief. “Holy fuck, man– holy fuck!” He repeated, his mouth gaping open in surprise. “What the fuck was that thing?!”

“Shit!” Ellis yells, shaking his head. “Holy shit, man! No, it's alright. You’re always fine. Remember the fireworks? The gator?” He tried to chuckle, but it just came out as a choked sob. “Keith, c’mon man, get up! You’re alright…”

Keith tried to smile weakly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Man, this ain’t the same, Ellis! I’m all– I'm everywhere…” The corners of his lips turned downwards. His hands trembled as he attempted to sit up, he couldn’t seem to look at anything but his organs pooling out of his body. Keith gurgled, more blood rising from his throat and out of his teeth. His breath was ragged and thick, the thing must’ve hit one of his lungs.

Pressing his palms to the wound, Ellis tried to stop the red stream from spurting out as best he could, but it only stained the back of his hands. Keith began to choke, and cough out another gush of blood onto his shirt. His wide eyes settled onto Ellis’s face, tears streaming slowly down them. Keith never cried.

“I think I'm gonna die, man…” He whispered, voice quivering as his hand reached for Ellis, fingers weakly gripping his shirt. “That thing knocked the life outta me.”

“No,” Ellis whispered, his voice breaking, shaking his head in denial. “Shut up, man. No, no, no. No, man you’re not gonna die.” He pleaded, silently praying, repenting for every sin they’ve ever committed. Not Keith man, he couldn’t lose his best buddy.

“Shit, Ellis man.. I don’t wanna die…” Keith said, his panicked voice dropping low, words slurring. “I’m– You’re my best friend, man…” His eyes grew big for a few seconds, so full of fear, looking up to the sky at something Ellis couldn’t see. Ellis shook his head, his lips beginning to move, begging for him to keep holding on. Begging for God not to do this to either of them. Keith took a few more ragged breaths, and one last sticky heave, before his eyes shut. His body went slack, head lolling to the side.

“KEITH!” Ellis yelled, shaking him now. “No, no no no. Man, c’mon man!” He said, gripping hard on his shoulders. It was then when he realised he was crying himself. Keith was dead. Keith just died in front of him, in his arms. “Shit!”

Ellis abruptly stumbled to his feet, sticky with his best friend's blood. He studied his muddy hands, palms up, palms down. He could feel his pulse in the tips of his fingers, his hands sore from gripping the crowbar so hard. Staring at Keith and the zombie's lifeless body, a numbing despair settled over him. It all happened so fast… so fuckin’ fast.

He had to get out of here.

Ellis climbed into the driver’s seat, fumbling with the keys and staring at his hands. He found a grease rag in the compartment of his truck, desperately scrubbing his best friend’s DNA off his skin, though it didn’t do much but dry them. His blood was in the beds of his fingernails. He started the engine and pulled onto the road, hands trembling on the wheel. He didn’t look in the mirror, he didn’t dare look back.

He was going to the evac station– he’ll meet Keith there.

Keith wasn’t dead. That wasn’t his body dying in Ellis’s arms. He was back in the truck, laughing about Twinkies or pools or something stupid. Or better yet, somewhere at home with a beer and a shotgun, safe as can be. Yeah. He’s alright.

Keith was fine. Ellis never saw anyone die.

He had never seen a zombie before.

Nothing could ever touch him.

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Little zoey doodle since i haven’t posted. Life has been so shit and literally all i wanna do is be home and play l4d 😢

Its kind of ass but it was quick, just to see if I could get her features down. Idk. Shes so beautiful and special to me god i love her shes so adorable and me