L4D/ Origins: Boomer
Hey this is a story i had to try out cause its been nagging me all day so read and give me some good feed back.
Carlos had always been "big". When the infection hit, he had been at a distinct disadvantage. After all fat people require more food, run a lot slower, and are really noisy. He wasn't immune and I knew that for a fact, or he wouldn't be alive (if that's what you can call him).
INFECTION DAY 1
Carlos was at the mall food court when he heard the news; a reporter had appeared on the big screen right as he finished his second giant slurpe. She said "as of 7:00 am this morning a new dieses has been spreading amongst the people of America, its origins are unknown and shrouded in mystery. The dieses its self is highly contagious, please avoid contact with infected peop ….. WHAT! They're in the studio run, run god dammit. OH GOD save us save us Please NO!"
Carlos looked up just in time to see the TV screen splatter with blood then go to static. Everybody around the food court began to panic. Their where screams and shouts. As he began working his way back to the front of the mall, on his way he noticed people where crowding in stores trying to buy whatever they could, and while some where buying others where looting breaking glass stealing anything they could get their hands on. Right about the time he passed the electronics store he felt something hit him on the back of the head all he could remember seeing was the exit two feet away, and outside some pale person running straight at the door.
Carlos woke up on a hard surface 'what hit me' the big man thought after a moment carlos got up. The back of carlos's head was throbing 'fuck i probably shouldnt move so fast' suddenly a rough voice said "holy shit your alive i thought for sure you were about as gone as a clown in a five year olds birthday party". there was a dark chuckle behind him "course if you have summthin valubal you might be worth my time" now that carlos listened he could distinctly tell the voice had a western draw. "well tubby dont you hear a fuckin word im sayin awnser me you fat fuck","I-I-I"."If you dont spit out what your gona say in ten seconds im gona blow your fuckin brains out got that. Carlos gulped as he felt a gun rest on the back of his head had never been this scared in his life."My name is carlos revera im tryn to figure out what the hell is going on i dont have anything on me whoever knocked me out mustive mugged me. "Oh well are you any good with a gun",the man asked. Carlos thought and said"ya my dad used to take me hunting when i was younger and more in shape." the strange man sighed and said "ok tubby turn around and will find you a weapon. 'why would i need a weapon' carlos wondered but decided not to ask as he turned around.
The strange man wore a black trench coat and a tight black shirt underneath that showed off his mucles, he also wore some baggy black pants and a pair if studded cast iron boots. the man in question's skin was the color off night and on his head he wore a pair of black shades. so you ready to go hunt'n the man said, carlos replied "what exact are we hunting". Suddenly a loud bang came from behind carlos. The man spun around quickly for his large size and saw the one thing that would haunt him for the rest of his life...
CLIFFHANGER MWHAHAHA
so what do you guys think R&R please