Huddled in a corner, Rochelle was wrapped in blankets. She was freezing. They needed to get gas for the boat, they needed it. And she knew it, but she was in no mood to do anything at the moment. She had just witnessed the death of a beautiful young girl. She was turning infected. She knew that and they had to do it, but she still asked herself why. She was so innocent and young, no older than eight…
Nick was sound asleep on the couch. He didn't seem to give a damn about the kid. He just got it over with and left. Left the girl alone in the rain. He felt no regret. Rochelle despised him for that, even hated him. Not showing an ounce of mercy. She felt the need to mourn, but Nick decided that they had no time for that. They just had to leave right away.
Crying sounds came from behind a door.
"Quiet, it's a witch." Coach said. He opened the door cautiously, not wanting to disturb it. But, he was surprised at what he saw.
A young, crying girl was there, in what looked like an old storage room. She was covered in dirt and grime. Next to her was a man who looked like he might have been an older brother, comforting her. He was wearing a yellow t-shirt and overalls with a baseball cap on his head. He was sitting next to her, telling her that it would be okay.
Okay was not the word.
Coach walked up to the two, and asked what was going on.
"Hi, I'm Ellis. This is my sister, Sarah, and she's been… bitten by one of 'em zombies. She's definitely infected, but I can't… you know. "
"Yes, I know, don't worry I'll do it." Nick said, raising his shotgun.
"Hold up Nick. Let's talk to the girl first." Rochelle said, walking up to her. "Hello sweetie. I know, you are ill, but don't worry; it will all be over soon. Do you know where heaven is?" she asked. The girl shook her head, and she continued. "It's in the clouds." She whispered. "It's where all the angels are, and you'll be with them soon. You'll have all your desires, but you need to sleep first. Just close your eyes, and sleep."
The girl nodded, and closed her eyes. Rochelle started to sing a soft song while stroking the girl's back. Pretty soon she was asleep. Rochelle then nodded at Nick, motioned for Ellis to get out of the way, and closed her eyes tightly with tears rolling down her cheeks. Nick rolled his eyes, aimed, and fired.
Rochelle sobbed at the memory. She knew it was for the best; after all, she could have just been a crazed zombie.
Coach was asleep too, but tossing and turning more than usual. He was sad for the girl too, but not as much as her and Ellis.
Now Ellis, he was the worst of them all, and that was understandable. He wouldn't stop crying the rest of the day after that, and he went with them to the safe room. He kept muttering things like, "I did my best to protect her." And "It's all my fault."
She felt sorry for him too. He didn't deserve this. Neither of them did. But he blamed it all on himself. He didn't fall asleep until about a half hour ago, tired from crying. It was now four in the morning, and she hadn't slept at all.
At least she died somewhat peacefully.
In the morning, she would talk to Nick alone. Tell him that he needs to stop being so nonchalant about all this. As if fighting zombies was something they did everyday!
Well, technically it was. Now, at least.
She decided that if this happened again, they would try to help that person. Nobody deserved this. Not your family, best friend, not even your worst enemy. Especially in the rain. That just somehow made it sadder. But, it's over, and they can mourn silently.
At least I will.
This was a short one-shot for Left 4 Dead 2. A boring night and nothing else to write about created this. Hoped you liked it! Byee!
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Left 4 Dead 2…