So I have always wanted all 8 of the survivors from both games to meet so here is how I think it would go!
P.S. I own nothing but my OCs
Nick had learned to be careful what he said around Rochelle. She had gone off on him so many times for his sarcastic attitude toward absolutely everything he had just taken to just keeping his mouth shut. He would never admit it to any of them, but he really did care about them. Even Rochelle. He half smiled as he stared at her back as they moved across an open field. They hadn't seen any zombies for miles, but Nick never let his guard down.
Even as he watched the young newscaster move easily with her huge pick ax, his ears were always alert for the sounds of those god forsaken hordes, smokers, hunters, boomers, jockeys, chargers or everyone favorite; the tanks.
At this moment there seemed to be nothing going on, and Ellis decided this would be a good time to announce he had to pee. At the announcement Nick realized he also had to relieve himself. He followed Ellis to a tree in the middle of the field. They both unzipped at the same time as Rochelle rolled her eyes and turned away.
"What's the matter Ro?" asked Coach smiling. "Its nothing more than you have seen right?"
Rochelle glared at him.
"I don't want to see their stuff. They are like my fucking brothers," she said.
Ellis smiled back at her then glanced at Nick.
"What do you think about her?" he asked Nick.
He smiled and said, "she is obnoxious and thinks she can do everything herself, and it will probably get her killed, but I would go back for her."
"Yeah me too," Ellis said decidedly.
Just as the words left his lips the sound of a high pitched alarm sounded over an empty field. Ellis and Nick zipped up and jogged back to Coach and Rochelle.
"Where that coming from Ellis wondered aloud.
"Down there!" Rochelle said pointing over a hill with her pic ax.
"A safe house!" Ellis shouted happily.
"and there is our worst nightmare," Coach said pointing into the trees.
As he said it a tree all but uprooted as a tank came through towards the sound. He was leading an army of zombies accompanied by the screams of hunters. They were bounding through the tops of trees resembling monkeys. Smokers and spitters were sprinting out ahead of the rest of the hord. Who knew they were faster than normal zombies. They realized there were boomers probably bringing up the rear. The four survivors knew their only chance was to run for the safe house.
"Move it!" shouted Coach pushing the stunned Ellis ahead of him.
Nick and Rochelle were already halfway down the hill as Coach and Ellis shot after them. Rochelle made it to a fence at the bottom of the first hill.
Nick and Rochelle were already halfway down the hill as coach and Ellis shot after them. Rochelle made it to a fence at the bottom of the hill first and began to shimmy up the chain link and somehow managed to get over the barbed wire at the top. Nick hit the fence just behind her and the tank roared. That sound put more coal on Coach's fire. He and Ellis made it to the fence just as Nick made it to the top. He tossed his 3000 dollar suit jacket over the barbed wire and sat atop it. By now he didn't even bother thinking about how much that suit had cost him.
He checked over his shoulder to make sure Rochelle was alright before he whipped his AK-47 around and killed the smoker before it could constrict Ellis. Rochelle unloaded a magazine into the oncoming hoard. It knocked them back far enough for Ellis and Coach to make it over the fence. Nick aimed his weapon at the tank charging them.
"Nick move it!" Coach yelled as he and the other two began firing through the chain link.
Nick slung his gun over his back and jumped from the fence dragging his previously white suit jacket with him. He hit the ground running with the others close on his tail. He turned and shot at the tank that was easily ripping the fence out. He unloaded his weapon into its thick, fleshy head which just angered the beast further.
It picked up a nearby car and tossed it in Nick's direction. He dove out of the way easily avoiding the three ton object by diving into a bush. Unfortunately the bush had thorns the size of toothpicks, one of which went straight through his left hand. He yelped in surprise drawing the attention of a few nearby zombies.
Nick cursed and tried to reload which was considerably harder that reloading with two. He soon found it useless and pulled out his Magnum. He shot the first two undead between the eyes and the third twice in the chest. He then looked around for the other three on his team breathed a sigh of relief when he saw them on the other side of the car. It was all too soon. The scream of a hunter froze Nick's blood.
He laid there silently hoping the hunter would miss him and continue on to the shrieking o the alarm but he wasn't that lucky. The hunter seemed to know he was there and pounced him from a football field away.
Nick shoved his empty AK-47 under the special infected's chest as he yelled for Ellis, Coach or Rochelle. A scream sounded from under the hunter's hood and Nick was sure he caught the hunter's eyes flash. The hunter screamed again and slashed at Nick's chest opening up a large gash on his chest. He yelped and pushed the hunter with all his strength, but the monster wasn't going anywhere until his head exploded.
Nick breathed a sigh of relief and mentally thanked whichever of his team had saved him. He glanced down at his suit and fell back against the tree. Blood was soaking through his blue shirt and he was starting to feel light headed. He started to get up but the world swam before his eyes. He fell forward straight into the arms of someone. At first he thought it was a zombie, but they pulled him up and threw his arm over their shoulder.
"Hang onto me," she said in his ear.
"Rochelle?" he asked groggily.
It didn't sound like the black woman in his company, but who else could it be? He tried to open his eyes, but all his extremities including his eyelids seemed to heavy to move.
"Francis I need your help!" the woman's voice shouted.
"Where did you find him Zoey?" a male voice asked.
"Emma found him," the woman yelled.
Who the hell were Francis, Zoey and Emma? He didn't know them. He knew a Rochelle, Coach and Ellis. He dimly heard a shotgun and a machine gun fire and the scream of another hunter. People were yelling and shouting out places to run. The girl he was leaning on was going terrifyingly slow so he managed to get his legs under him and help her a little. She felt the weight off her shoulder and glanced at him just as he was pulling his magnum.
He didn't look at her but aimed, poorly, but he unloaded a round into the oncoming horde slowing them a little. It turned out that slowed them down long enough for him and the girl carrying him to get into the safe room.
They practically dove headfirst into the darkness of the safe room. Nick heard the door slam behind them just before he hit the ground hard making his open wound burn. He yelled as tears escaped his eyes.
"I'm sorry," the girl said as she helped him up gently.
She led him to the couch and let him sit. Nick opened his eyes for the first time since the hunter had pounced him and he looked into the girl's face. She had long dark hair that was pulled back into a loose ponytail. Her face suggested that she was about 21. It was thin and easy to look at. She had blue eyes and thin, drawn lips. His eyes roamed over her casual outfit for this 'war' for lack of a better word. She was wearing a plain, white v-neck with a red zip up over it and jeans on the bottom. She had two holsters on either side of her waist holding identical pistols and over her back was slung a hunting rifle.
Nick blinked a few times to clear his vision before he looked around the room at the other people. There were three other men. One looked old and wore a green beret, an army field jacket and had a cigarette hanging from his lips. He seemed to hold the most authority. He was calmly looking out the safe room window, not even interested in the stranger in his presence.
The next person Nick noticed was a 6 foot tall guy hovering over the girl trying to heal Nick. He was wearing a leather vest, white t-shirt under it, dark pants and biker boots. There were tattoos covering every part of his skin that was visible and Nick immediately assumed he had been in a gang in the life before the infection.
The last guy reminded him of Rochelle. Not because the both had the same color skin, though that too, but the way he held himself and looked on, watching what was happening without getting involved unless called upon. Like at that moment he was being called upon.
"Louis, I need you medi-pack," the girl said as she gently helped Nick ease his arm out of his white blazer.
Louis came near and handed it over without question.
"My name is Zoey," the girl said to Nick. "What's yours?"
"Nick," he said before a groan escaped him.
Zoey had just begun to unbutton his blue shirt that was caked with halfway dried blood. She tried to be gentle pulling it away from the wound, but it wasn't really working. Nick was using all his the power he had not to punch her."I'm sorry I know it hurts, but I'm going to fix you up. You'll be good as new in no time."
Ok so I know this is a crappy time to end it, but its getting kind of long for one chapter, so yeah.
I also know that there are some confusing things in this chapter, but I swear all your questions will be answered in the next few. If you have a question you just cant wait to have answered, feel free to message me about it. J
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Constructive criticism is always welcome!