Okay, well, here we go again. I wrote a story similar to this a month or so ago, but I didn't like how it was turning out and stopped updating. Instead of being like left 4 dead, im just going to make this story a normal zombie invasion like in Dawn of The Dead, for whomever has seen that movie. Hopefully, I will actually finish this one lol.
" God, someone tell a joke." Roach pleaded restlessly, bothered by the continued silence in the helicopter. Captain MacTavish looked up from his book lazily and raised an eyebrow.
" Two antennas get married," He began, slightly annoyed. The fact Roach had to constantly be entertained was often an inconvenience on long transport rides. MacTavish didn't blame him though, he was only twenty. " The ceremony sucked, but the reception was fantastic."
Roach stared blankly across from him.
" What? I don't….. Wait…. Oh man, that's fucking horrible."
He grinned mockingly. MacTavish closed his book and sighed, a smile creeping onto his own face. Now, it was on.
" Alright ya wee ned, you say something funny then."
Roach leaned back and thought, stroking his imaginary beard intelligently.
" There once was a lady from Venus, who's body was shaped like a p-"
Ghost scoffed in his sleep and shifted, sending the backpack on the seat next to him to the ground. Roach looked at him curiously.
" I didn't even know he was asleep…." The sergeant mumbled quietly. Ghost was masked as usual and sitting perfectly upright, his head up and looking dead ahead. " Like a zombie or some shit… Wanna write on him?"
MacTavish shook his head and turned back to the book laying idly in his lap.
" The last sergeant who did that disappeared."
" What? What other sergeant?"
" Exactly."
Roach studied the Englishman beside him curiously. He had only been a part of Task Force 141 for a month now, and though he had grown attached to MacTavish, Ghost never really acknowledged him. Ghost never really seemed to acknowledge anyone. He just kept to himself or occasionally held a fast conversation with MacTavish.
" Is he, you know….?"
The Scotsmen looked back up and tilted his head in question.
" Is he what?"
" You know," Roach tried to motion with his hands, but it wasn't much help. " Crazy?"
MacTavish chuckled and nodded.
" Aye, in his own way. The blokes really just a big softy if you get to know him."
" He ever take the mask off?"
" Nope."
"… You ever see his face?"
" Aye."
" What's he look like?"
" Confidential."
Roach raised an eyebrow. He was about to challenge this when Ghost scoffed again, but this time shook himself awake. He yawned and cracked his neck.
" Were you dreaming?" Roach asked innocently, his bright green eyes shinning with curiosity, another thing he was full of besides energy. Ghost cracked his neck again and cleared his throat.
" Aye."
" About what?"
" Strangling annoying little twits such as yourself who ask questions."
The smaller mans eyes went wide and he looked away, fear showing on his face. MacTavish let out another low chuckle and thumbed through his book.
" Now now Ghost, its not his fault he's stupid."
Roach made no attempt to defend himself. He just looked in the other direction, his heart speeding. Ghosts look softened under his mask. It was practically his job to scare the people around him, but whenever he did it to Roach guilt always pulled at his heart afterwards. Well, what was left of his heart.
" Oi, didn't mean to scare you m-"
The helicopter suddenly shook violently, sending all three men out of their seats. MacTavishs book flew of his hands and struck Roach in the eye.
" And you people wonder why I suck at reading." He murmured, rubbing his eye " What was that?"
Both other men adjusted themselves and sat in silence, listening.
" What are you-"
Ghost instantly, as if planned, slapped a hand over the younger mans mouth and continued to listen. Animalistic growls rang from the cockpit. It seemed as if someone let a tiger loose in there. The helicopter trembled once again, shaking awake the emergency alarms. They gleamed red, filling the room.
" Say here." MacTavish ordered as he jumped up and ran for the door leading to were the pilot was… And his pet tiger, if that was actually the case. Finally, Ghost removed his hand.
" W-w-w what's going on?"
Big mistake.
" Easy Roach," Ghost sighed, trying to sound calm himself " Nothing is wrong."
This didn't help. Roach began to hyperventilate and he gripped the edge of his seat nervously.
" Calm yourself ya bloody fuck wit!" The Englishman snapped " Everything's fi-"
The helicopter for a third time shook, but this time twice as violently. The bird began to drop, sending both soldiers not only back out of their seats, but threw them into the back wall. Roach squeezed his eyes shut and placed his hands protectively on top of his head as the situation continued to deteriorate around him.
This isn't happening, this is some sick ass dream, has to be a dream…."
An explosion rang in his ears, after that everything went into a panicked blur.
I hope I didn't beat around the bush to much with this beginning, I was trying to use some foreshadowing, but it probably didn't work out that great. Please review.