Living Memories

So yeah, a One Shot that I, sadly and oddly enough, wanted to write. I just thought, why not? I need to add more feels to my stories. So here you go readers, have this piece of possible feels.


This one shot is in the Universe of Left 4 Dead.


Their feet slammed quickly against the cold, wet streets. They had nowhere to run. This would be their end.

Jonathan took a quick glance back, where he saw the group of zombies gaining speed. He took out his magnum and fired three shots. It had killed only three infected, but it didn't change a thing. Now Jonathan shot the last five rounds and threw the magnum towards the crowd, making a few stumble and fall. The crowd itself though hadn't done anything but trample the zombies under them.

Jonathan looked over at Evan, who was looking around for any means of escape.

He was just about ready to just give up and collapse onto the floor when Evan called him.

"Jonathan, look!" Evan yelled as he pointed towards a bright red door. Both their eyes widened. "A safe house! Hurry Jon, we have to get inside!"

The two got a sudden jolt of energy as they started to sprint towards the door.

Jonathan felt like they were so close, yet so far. He felt like they could touch the door already, but then his hopes came crashing down as he heard crying and then a ghastly scream.

A witch….

Jon looked around, frantically searching for the witch. He then spotted her. Jonathan felt his blood run cold as he saw Evan under a car, the witch trying to attack him.

He quickly ran over, not thinking first, and tackled the witch to floor. Jonathan then quickly crouched and pulled Evan from under the car. The two started to run again, the door already there. Jonathan opened the door, and was about to go in, when he heard a sudden gasp and a pained cry.

He turned around and saw the witch's claws sticking through Evan's chest. The witch was already dead. Her head had been blown by Evan, but she had done one last attack.

Jonathan ran over and pulled the claws out of Evan. He felt hot tears running down his grimy skin. Evan was breathing heavily and spitting a lot of blood from his mouth. However, he kept his spirit high for the sake of Jonathan. He smiled and chuckled through raspy coughs.

"Jonathan. Please do one thing for me. My death will then have worth." Evan said softly. Jonathan nodded and sniffled.

"M-make it through this crap. Survive the Green Flu and… Make a family. Live a life that we once had." Evan whispered. He slowly bled away his life. Jonathan let the tears flow. He was losing his best friend due to a sickness.

"Jon, both y-you and I know I won't survive this. Please just say you'll do that for me…"

Jon looked into Evan's eyes. He saw the sadness, the grief, the pain, and the hope. Jon closed his eyes once more and let one more tear fall, before opening them again and nodding with a saddened, yet determined look. Evan smiled brightly one last time before whispering two last words.

"Thank you" Evan said, stretching the words out and making them feel sad as well. He had wasted his final breaths on those two words. Jon closed his eyes, but no tears came out. The only thing left was the determination. He would survive. He would stay alive.

He would live, in memory of Evan…