Hello! I just wanted to quickly say thank you for giving my story a chance! This is my first time ever posting something on this site. My apologies if there happen to be any major errors. Please let me know if you spot any!
I don't own any of the Left 4 Dead 2 characters, or anything produced by Valve.
The door slammed open as the woman stumbled in, barely able to keep herself upright. Despite her exhausted state she still managed to shut and lock the door behind her, panting heavily as she took the few steps towards the bed and proceeded to collapse on the covers.
A tired chuckle escaped the young woman's lips. She still couldn't believe she made it. Despite being alone and hurt, she managed to make it successfully into one of the many rooms of the crappy motel she currently resided in. She hadn't planned on taking a rest here, since if she were to be discovered, the infected could easily break their way into her room, but she had no choice since on her way here she barely managed to escape the clutches of a persistent jockey. The creepy thing left a small gash above her left eye, but the real damage came from falling down the hillside the special infected lead her to.
She was pretty sure the little shit died on its way tumbling down the hill, (joke's on him), but it provided little relief when she came to find the nasty gash she sported on the inside of her right forearm and the bruising her body had suffered from. She knew she was limping, and going any further would just cause more unnecessary damage, so that was why she nearly jumped for joy at seeing the beaming lights of the motel sign.
With a groan, she managed to push herself off the bed, her legs aching in protest as her tan combat boots connected with the floor. She gingerly made her way to the bathroom, sliding her bag off her shoulders as she opened the door. She took no care as she basically dropped the sack to the ground as the door shut behind her. The only things in it were ammo, water and snacks, and, of course, medical supplies.
In the middle of the zombie apocalypse, the only thing that somehow seemed to work in her favor was her career choice- a formally educated nurse. Then again, that was also probably the reason why she was here. She had just finished her residency, and was looking for a job out in a small, quiet town, that was perhaps in need of new medical staff. It was always her dream to settle down and find a job out in the country. She had believed Georgia was the golden ticket, yet, on her way down here the only thing it led her to was meeting the infected face to face.
She had of course seen cases of the green flu before she came down to Georgia, but she hadn't exactly believed it would easily become a nationwide pandemic so fast. Before she knew it, she was stuck with two other men in some country she had never been to in her life. She had been with them at the beginning when this all went to hell. They were brothers, Merle and Daryl- she honestly hoped they were all right. Other than Merle, who could be a bit pissy at times, they were pretty decent people. And damn did she miss having someone there to watch her back.
Her feeling of longing came back full force as she grimaced as she sat on the covered toilet. Her injuries were a constant reminder that being alone during a zombie apocalypse was about as horrible as it could be. Her dark colored jeans were stained with blood and dirt, and her white tank top was no longer white. The gun she had been constantly holding in her hand was finally placed on top of the sink. By now, the extra weight was practically normal, causing her to sometimes forget she was even holding the weapon in the first place. The only other gun she had on her was the matching pistol that could always be found in the holster attached to her thigh. She only ever broke out both guns simultaneously if there was any sort of hordes or special infected she happened to encounter. She tried to not think about zombies at the moment though, once again grunting as she eased herself onto her feet. What she did need to think about was getting patched up.
She finally found the courage to look in the mirror as she leaned forward on the porcelain sink. Her grimy and blood covered face stared right back, and she had to suppress a cringe at looking at the trail of blood running down the half of her face due to her newly acquired gash. Despite looking half dead, her dark blue eyes sparkled with life. She was not ready to die just yet.
Still, she couldn't help but sigh out of irritation. It gets kind of annoying always having a constant reminder that everyone wants to turn you into a three course meal… she depressingly thought. She then looked down as she hoped and prayed, her arm shaking as she reached to turn on the water and- yes! Life is still showing to be full of miracles! The water ran full force under her fingertips, the hissing sound never giving the brunette more comfort in her entire life. She even managed to crack a smile, finding some soap right by the faucet. She immediately began trying to clean herself, going mainly for the cut on her forearm and her face, all the while trying to get as much grime off of her as possible.
The blue and red flannel cardigan she wore soon had to come off, the sleeves getting in the way despite already being rolled up to her elbows. She let it fall next to her bag, causing her to glance at the dark brown object. She eyed the sack that held her medical supplies wearily. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she was going to have to suture up her arm. She hadn't acknowledged until now just how much blood that was escaping the wound, noting the red splotches below her that stuck out like a sore thumb against the cold white tile. She didn't doubt she had probably left a trail right to her location as well. Shit.
It was something she would have to worry about later though as she continued on scrubbing off any dirt, along with grabbing a nearby towel to wrap her arm in. Right now, her goal was to get bandaged up and to rest before her next trek through the masses of undead. She wasted no time as she gently kneeled in front of her supplies, unclasping her saddlebag and pulling out her med kit. The familiar 'click' greeted her ears as she opened the hard white case, a resigned look crossing her features. At that moment she couldn't help but bite her lip as she looked around the tiny bathroom she was holed up in, noting the rust stains in the tub, and the probably inch-thick layer of dust that rested on the top shelf above the toilet.
How had her life come to this?
If you happened to know who the two brothers were that were mentioned, brownie points for you my friend! I'll give you a hint- they're a part of one of the most amazing TV shows to ever grace television c: