~~Hello all! Umi here! New here to FF ^^ Anywho, just gonna say, this is actually a really weird idea me and a fellow friend had. Will update daily, hopefully.. x) Avoir!~~
Disclaimer: I do not own FF7 or L4D. Sadly… because if I did, things would be totally different.
"Where are all the doctors? Somebody get a medic in here!" These phrases were thrown around the small camp as men and woman in uniforms rushed by. The only sounds that echoed in the camp were the moans and cries of the wounded, or the grieving. A young woman with her jet black hair in a ponytail walked by a patient, checked his vital signs and started walking off when suddenly a hand grabbed her wrist.
"Please! I can't continue living like this!" The young woman looked down to the man lying on the cot and threw a disgusted look on her face. This man lying on the cot was dying, slowly but surely he was dying. He was one of the few unlucky people to still be alive after the explosions. His skin was peeling off, his eyes a devilish shade of red, and his grip on her wrist was starting to burn.
"Sir, I suggest you let go of my wrist or else." The young woman let out a low growl that anyone could have mistaken for a lions. The man just gripped her wrist tighter and continued to plead.
"Just get this over with! At least give me more morphine…please. I'm begging you." The man continued to grip her wrist as the heat seared across her arm.
"I gave you a chance to let go of me, now you've lost it." She starts to close her eyes. "You think that this is hell? Just wait." Suddenly the man screamed out and released her wrist and clutched his head in pain. Minutes later, the screaming stopped and the young woman opened her eyes to a body curled in the fetal position, chest no longer rising. Soon, another man with light brown curly hair came rushing up to the young woman and gasps when he sees the body.
"Tifa Lockhart! I told you not to use your powers like this! Now what are we going to tell the family? I just got through with reassuring them that he'd be alright." The man said as he shook his head.
"Tell them that he had a heart attack SSG Jones, and he was too weak to survive it. If they don't believe it, then report them to me. They'll have no memory of him afterwards." She turns to him and the pupils of her red wine eye starts to slant. "Do you want it done that way?"
"No...I'll go tell them." SSG Jones walks off and Tifa stands there, looking at the man she just killed.
I guess this is what happens when your parents work at a nuclear plant… You get mutated.