Coach:

You noticed an emergency staircase on the side of a building so you pointed towards it, shouting to go there. Coach walked backwards to it, swinging his weapon to the zombie that came too close. He waited at the bottom as you climbed it. But as you did suddenly from the top zombies came tumbling down.

At your shout Coach looked up, and froze. He switched weapons for his gun and began shooting as you tried to rush down the steps with all the zombies falling down the steps. Sadly you did not make it to the end. You moved to rush down a new set of steps but the bunch of tumbling zombies was faster. They hit you, and the force send you hitting the railing, then leaning over it. Your hands swung to grab anything, but it could only grasp zombies. Zombies which went falling down along with you.
Coach flinched away as you fell head-first then he screamed and shot all the zombies, screaming "GET OFF!" as they began ripping away at your skin while you laid motionless.

Rochelle:

She knew this would happen. But she didn't know to you! Running from the zombies on these wet roofs, twirling to shoot behind, minds racing to spot the nearest way off these roofs and to safety.

So when that jockey flew past her view and onto you her world froze yet sped up. She saw in slow motion how your weapon dropped, feet stumbling for balance at this new weight. Only to find nothing anymore as you took too many steps to the side. That hand reaching out for her, for anyone. Then it went so fast. The BAM! The sounds where she knew. She just knew. Someone took her arm, pulling her, arguing she has to go.

She didn't fight it, staring at where you previously stood. Her mind couldn't catch up despite knowing. The information wouldn't be accepted. Surely this will be like a movie, where at the end when they are in a tight spot you will suddenly appear. Surely.

Ellis:

He helped pull you up on the top of a loading container, shooting the zombie that tried to snatch your leg during it. A horde was surrounding you all so high ground was best. Or so you thought. So many came, scrambling over each other. You were so focused on shooting that by the time your ankle was grabbed you were already pulled down.

Ellis twirled, shouting your name. He saw as your head hit a broken car, twisting it in a way it shouldn't be able to, and then laid there without any movement.

His screams came immediately, moving to jump down but the others grabbed him, yelling at him not to be a fool and keep moving. He shouted, trying to wrestle free but they dragged him along.
Not a day, not an hour, goes by where he doesn't blame himself. Tells himself 'if only I didn't put us on that container'. After that he made no more decisions, told no more stories, just dragged his feet to follow the group to wherever they decide to go. Only reason he kept shooting was because he didn't want any more people to die.

Nick:

You all ran through a building, shouting at each other as zombies chased behind. Nick noticed stairs ahead so he told you to be careful.

He told you.

But who can hear when fear is so big. When blood pumps so fast that you hear your own heartbeat above the growls and shouts. Your feet hit the floor, until it stepped on the edge, throwing off your balance and focus. Suddenly the world fell forward.

Nick screamed your name as he watched you tumble down the stairs, sounds which shouldn't be heard coming as your body hit the steps. Soon you were on the bottom, gasping. He ran down those stairs so fast he could have fallen himself then fell to his knees and shouted your name, asking where it hurts then began pulling you up already as the rest shouted for him to hurry as the zombies are coming.
You were alive.
For a few hours. Massive headache, vomitting, unable to form a proper sentence, losing the ability to keep going. You did not keep going. You had suffered internal bleeding in your head, causing your end. Nick was so furious, at you, at himself, at everyone and everything.