"MOTHERFUCKERS!"
CRACK.
"You do not RUN!"
BLAST.
"What the he-ell happened to moaning and dragging yourself at an inch an hour, ya stupid—fucking—little asswipes—DIE—pieces of shits?"
Yet more CRACKS and BLASTS followed this outburst.
"Zombies do not run, they should nawt run, they shouldn't even have the OPTION!" He roared into the dimly lit hallway, instinctively reaching to slam the door, but remembered that there was no goddamn door, it'd been pulled off its hinges by a Hunter earlier. He snarled aloud at this setback, and once again when he saw his gun was out of bullets. Scrambling for more ammo, he settled for shouting curses at the undead bastards.
But he found something even better. A grenade. He felt a flicker in the back of his mind, as if he was recalling a tiny fragment of something he'd re-heally ought to remember. But there was time for that later. He threw it.
His nose was suddenly attacked by a horrid smell seconds later, and he realized with a jolt of horror that it hadn't been a bomb at all or anything of the sort, it'd been godfucking Boomer Bile he'd mistaken for- fuck, how could he have possibly thought it was a grenade—?
And here came the Horde.
They came at him in a rabid frenzy, tearing at him and pulling him apart, and his own screams were drowned out by their inhuman noises. 'Mercy Hospital', his fucking ass—
"For Christ's sake, Perry!"
He woke in a cold sweat to Jordan's shout. He could only stare at her, taking in her healthy, definitely not ashen skin, her brown hair that still held its gorgeous luster, her dark eyes that were most certainly still alive.
God, she was beautiful.
"Stop looking at me like that, damn you," Jordan huffed, looking away from him. Perry was surprised that she actually looked shaken. He always knew, deep down, that she was sure as hell nawt as dead inside as she claimed to be, but to be so visibly bothered... it must've been bad.
He could hear that certain strength he loved so much return to her voice, "That's the last straw, you know. You are officially banned from playing Left 4 Dead ever again." She finally looked him in the eyes again, then, and narrowed them in a way that made him smile, "I need my sleep."
He stared at her for another long, tense moment... then waggled his brows at her, "As you wish, your Darkness."
She rolled her eyes at him, and, surprising him yet again, moved closer to him, until their sides were touching. "Goodnight." She monotoned, carefully devoid of all emotion.
In a moment of rare physical affection, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close (oh, hell, Newbie hung around him too much). For once, she didn't object. "Goodnight." He said softly.
He could already feel the memories of the nightmare being erased from his mind, permanently; but he knew he'd remember this forever.
