I don't own any of the Left 4 Dead characters… Valve does…
Rochelle woke up, it's been four days since Nick died and the helicopter landed on the cruise ship in the Gulf, she still felt guilty over his death, but what could she do? Luckily, none of her friends were contaminated… But they were labeled 'Carriers'. Rochelle remembered, she was vomited on by a Boomer when she came to Georgia. She just wanted to go back to Ohio now… Back to Cleveland, back to her fiancé Jacob. But now she was on a ship surrounded by water. Her home wasn't infected by much, but there was a very small chance that if something wasn't done then it would've been… She's lost track of time since then. Remembering it now, Rochelle wished she never left.
Since she did, she had to fight her way through hordes of Infected people or 'zombies' as people refer to them as. She was free, but she still felt trapped. She didn't let it get to her as she was just praying that she'd wake up every day and see that the Infection died off. She was unable to sleep and looked outside… It was early dawn judging by the sun's position. As she struggled out of bed, she fixed her back that's been aching from all the times a Charger tackled her against a building. As she walked to the shower, she removed her scrunchy and let her hair flow. Rochelle took a look in the mirror, her eyes still bloodshot from possible insomnia. She was having nightmares and would wake up screaming…
Ignoring her bloodshot eyes, the African-American woman started to shower, the warm water was slowly waking her up. Sighing in relief, Rochelle finished up after half an hour and started to fix herself up. Rochelle changed into some fresh clothes, a breather after wearing the same shirt and jeans for a few days. The soft smell and feel made her happier. After admiring and putting on the warm clothes, Rochelle left to get breakfast, on her way, she saw Ellis. Her friend was wearing his same hat and some odd pajamas with an anthropomorphic truck and screwdriver. He was sleepwalking again, the third time since this adventure. "Man oh man, Zoey, have I ever told you about the time me and Keith built our own tow truck? I figured it shouldn't be that hard, just buy a truck and attach a crane. Now Keith—" he muttered, Rochelle chuckles and walked past, letting him talk. "—Man, the doctors didn't know how it was possible to get that many tire marks and still be alive—" the southern man continued.
Rochelle continued, seeing the dining hall was full of people… Coach, of course, was pigging out. He deserved it. Smiling in relief, Rochelle picked her food, four sausage links, waffles, and juice. With a smile, she sat with Coach and talked to him. To her, this was okay… However… This 'Safe Haven' may be the last place she'll ever see soon…
-PROLONG END-
+ My new Fanfic, hopefully I can keep writing this one and not run out of ideas like my other ones. I know its short, but I promise it'll get longer when the actual story begins past the prolong.