[My left 4 dead story]
The group had been through alot. .
We managed to make it back to the safehouse. Moral was low, we knew we couldn't go on this way, but we had to survive.
Bill sparked up a cigarette, I told him he already had one lit in his mouth. He concured and sat on the floor, assembling his rifle and rambling on to himself about the price of oranges.
He's getting old and crazy as the days number.
Francis approached me, asking if I had any weed. I told him no, he left.
The loud creek of the safehouse door echoed throughout the crowded undead hallways that awaited us.
I pleaded with Francis to return inside, secure the door and eat some heal. He refused.
Lewis said I should just let him go, that he was crazy, if he wants to get killed over Mary Jane then let him.
Zoey sat up and with a confussed expression asked Lewis who Mary Jane was.
I, having smoked weed and being "hip-diggidy" with lingo, knew he meant marijuana.
Lewis tried to explain to Zoey, what I already knew.
Zoey went hardcore women crazy all over Lewis, assuming he was talking of another women.
You see, Zoey and Lewis had developed a relationship a day or two ago. . and by relationship, I mean Zoey bent over the guns and ammo table getting a "tank"full of Lewis' "pipebomb".
She continued to scream and freakout. Her yelling and screaming was worse than the sound of an eggbeater left carelessly turned on in a bowl un-attended whilst Fran Drescher stood next to it and imitated that noise.
Lewis was backed up against the wall with an "I'ma hit this ***** soon" expression.. until all came to a stop as we could hear the crying and wailing of a man in pain.
I immediately ran from Zoey and Lewis over to the safehouse door, adjusting my chin through the bars left and right to get a clear view down the hallways in search of any sight of Francis.
Turns out it wasn't Francis.
Bill was just crying and wailing about the oranges again.
I turned from Bill to Zoey and Lewis, intending to calm them down and suggest we make tracks to catch up to Francis.
Zoey was bloody and bruised. Lewis had beaten her when my back was turned. When I asked Lewis' reason for assaulting her he replied "She be trippin".
I handed Zoey a Medical Kit.
I realized we had few Med kits left. Francis left with his, Lewis used one for Toilet paper and I gave mine to Zoey.
That left only one. In Bills possession.
I asked Bill if he has his Med kit still handy with him. He explained that he had impulsively used it earlier because he liked the sound that it made when he unwrapped it.
We were pretty f***'d.
There was a loud thud at the door. I grabbed my shotgun and aimed through the bars.
My vision down the hallways was limited. A dark figure was looming in the distance. It's shadow was slowly growing larger on the wall's across from me as it was edging closer.
I waited to take my shot till it was in clear sight.
The dark figure now becoming visible was dragging it's feet and swaying it's arms as it narrowed toward me.
It was Francis. He was successful in his marijuana hunt and was highly baked.
I lowered my gun and told him he was insane, to hurry inside and questioned as to how the f*** he aquired weed in the midst of the apocolypse.
Lewis joined in with a "You crazy, white boy". .
I opened the safehouse door, preparing to ask Francis what the situation was out there.
Two undead zombies were standing behind him. Francis had told them where they could score some food.
Francis whilst high, idiotic and stupid lured these two undead f***'s back to us. The only explaination I could think of as to why they had not torn him to shred's already was that in Francis' stonned state, walked and acted just like them.
Francis may have had the munchies but quickly became food to the two zombies behind him.
We were all in panic. Knowing we had no heal we attempted to shut the door to postpone and prevent our cluster f*** death's that surely awaited us.
Francis was already dead by the time three more zombies blasted through the door. I fired my clip at the dozen that followed behind. Lewis got pwned, he was still in the corner taking a crap as the three zombies rushed him. Zoey dived across to Lewis, attempting to save her beloved, only to land face first in Lewis' feceas. They were both in a sticky situation.
That left me with Bill. Who was still on the floor, more crazy than ever, this time claiming there was a large text above his head bearing his name.
It was up to me. Large flashes of red covered my sight as the horde slashed and bit.
I dropped to the floor. Bill was only a few feet away, within arm reach, standing there looking at the ceiling.
I neeeded for Bill to save me, I could reach his shoe laces, I poked and proded at him, twisting my fingers through his laces pleading for him to acknowledge me.
He just stood there with that ass-backward expression and the same cigarette in his mouth from four days ago. I began to realize he was retarded. I was done for.
Suddenly Bill snapped, completely freaked out at the name above his head and attempted to destroy it. He grabbed a pipe bomb from the table and threw it above his head, it bounced from the ceiling to the table and out the door, grabbing the horde's attention.
Bill had unintentionaly saved me. Unfortunately, Bill being Bill, chased after the pipe bomb also.
A loud explosion gave way, spewing limb's and blood throughout the hallway.
I had survived. I was still down, unable to heal and badly wounded inside the safehouse on the floor.
After the shellshock and screaching noise from the pipe bomb left my ears I began to hear the faint crie's of what sounded like an upset child.
I grabbed the legs of the table infront of me, inching my way closer to the door to get a look outside. Dragging myself closer and closer.
I poked my head out of the door, lying next to dead bodies. The noise was louder. The hallways were dark, I couldn't see a thing.
The crying became more consistant.
Bill's body was near me, I reached to his pant leg and took his flashlight. Aiming it down the hallway I turned it on, yelling for help and that I wasn't infected.. asking the disstressed child if he/she were okay.
The crying immediately stopped.
In the distance, a shadowed figure was hunched over. It slowly began to rise, titling it's head in my direction. This was no innocent, scared child.
This f***'d up thing ran like a women at a shoe sale toward me, intending on one thing.. my destruction. If she was anything like this girl I had sex with once, she too, didn't like it when the lights were on..
*SLASH!* *SCRATCH* *CLAW* *DEAD*
- In memory of Thaepheux -
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