The Meeting
A Left 4 Dead story
C.D. White.
" In here! " I hear someone in a gruff voice from the door, where I had heard gunshots last. " Come on guys there might be something here " Wait! That a girls voice, almost thought I would never hear one again. " Ok " Is said twice by two different people, but I can't let my guard down they could be infected or maybe raiders. I clench my rifle in my hands and step into the hallway to meet them, but i'm aiming for their voices. So dressed in black combat boots, blue jeans, flannel shirt and jacket with my Confederate hat I stand in my grandpa's hallway and aim for the first person I see. " Halt! Or I'll paint the walls with you. " I see after the words left my lips that it was the girl, two pistols in hand and mid step she freezes like a deer in a car's headlights. " State how many people are with you, come on I know you speak English! ".
" Okay! Me and three other men. " She says with a scared tone. Then from my left I hear a creek and whip around with the butt of my rifle and it connects with a black man in a messy suit. " Bastard! " I yell as I grab his small SMG off the floor which he had dropped when I hit him. " Stay there! " I yell before twisting around to aim at the girl once more and she's moved maybe three feet in front of me with a older man behind her. " We don't mean you harm, kid. " Said the older man behind her. " And I mean none to you, sir, but does that mean I can trust you? " CLUNK! Then like that I see blackness crawl into my eyes and I hear someone say " God Dammit, Francis you knocked the life outta him! " " He had a gun! " Came the reply but by that time I was succumbing to the fuzziness in my head and I then slip into unconsciousness as I see the face of that girl peer down at me. " Sorry paw " I say before losing my battle for consciousness.
I awake to see the black man sitting across from a fire, then the older man next to him. The girl is sitting next to me and a white man in biker garb is behind her. I look for my rifle. " He's up! " Yells the girl to every on as she pushes me back down onto what I believe to be the futon. " Stay put " she says before grabbing the older man and pulling him over. " Ok, kid what's your game? " He says after he sees me. " I should say the same to you, since your the one's who knock me out and come into my home. " I say in a angry tone trying to intimidate the people around me. " We're survivor's kid, like you. " I had a think for a bit about my words, they could just blow my mind out at the drop of a hat, or the squeeze of a trigger. " If we're survivors then how many were victims? " The girl this time replied " Way to many " She said as if choking on her words. " I feel the need to apologize for holding you guys at gunpoint, and the most to you sir, whom I hit with my rifle. I see your good people after all "
They looked at me almost shocked, they most likely did not expect me to apologize. " You're forgiven, I would have done no different If I were in your shoes. " This came from the black man I had hit. " Ah, shucks I apologize too, I was the one who knocked ya out " This came from the biker who looked at me waiting to hear what I would say next. " You're more than forgiven, as you said I had a gun, I would have shot myself if I were in your boots " I sit up and put a hand out to him and he shakes it. " I'm Alec by the way " I say as I put a hand out to the black man. " Nice to meet you all " I think it was a while till the girl said " I'm Zoey " I said in return " Nice to meet you " I extend my hand and she shakes it and flashes a small smile. " Bill's the name " Came from the older man as I shook his hand, a soldier's grip, I could tell. " Louis " Said the black man. " I'm Francis " Said the biker. Looking better at them I could see what they looked like. Zoey was a little shorter then I was and had brown hair in a ponytail at the back. She wore a red zipper upped jacket and skinny jeans. She was more than likely around my age. Bill was in a green jacket, looked like one given to Army men and under that was a white V neck. He wore green cargo pants and combat boots like mine. On his head a beret sat with what looked like a Division patch, he had a lit cigarette in his mouth. A white beard was on his chin and he had to be in his sixties. Francis wore a black tee shirt and black vest along with jeans. He had tattoos on his arms, he appeared to be in his late thirties. Louis had a white collared shirt with a red tie, it was half tucked in and half not, he had jeans on as well and looked like Francis's age.
" Well... How long have you guys been together? " I asked. " Maybe three weeks " Said Louis. I look out side to see it's pitch black. " You're welcomed to sleep here tonight, there are bedrooms down the hall, I can sleep here " I say. " Well guys, can we trust him? " Asked Francis to the rest of his group. They mull the idea around for a while till Bill says " I think we can. " " Me too " Said Louis. " I'm fine with it " Claimed Francis. Zoey looked over to me, trying to judge me I guess before saying " Yah, let's do it " They start to walk down the hall to the bedrooms and I lay on the futon. Well Alec, you did it, you found people. I slowly fall asleep hearing the other people mull about the rooms.
That night I dreamt of my escape from the town I once lived in. Living there since I was 11, I had made friends with everyone one up there and when one of them asked me to help their mother - in - law I went over. When I got there she was in the living room, chewing on her own daughter's bones. When she saw me she sprang up and attacked. I took the switchblade that I always carried in case I need to cut something, and I killed her. I found my friend locked in his bathroom. He told me he saw the whole thing and that he was terrified and ran away. We went back to my house and camped there for a few days. Then the news told us to barricade our doors, lock the windows, that people were being killed by other people in the streets. We did, but after a week they made it to my house. They ripped my friend's neck out and, all I could do is watch. I sped away to my grandpa's house, when I came in he was no where, and still is. I hope hes fine, but my worse side says he dead.
I awoke the morning to a touch on my shoulder. I woke up and saw it was Zoey. " Um, Good morning? " I said, surprised she was there. " Hey, umm, can we talk? " She asked in a small tone, like she was embarrassed to talk to me. " Yah, sure, anything wrong? " I said back, still laying on the futon. " Bill, wanted to know, if... you wanted to join us on our way to the evac station. " I was amazed! A evac station?! The Army was still trying to get people out. " Yah, I have nothing here, I'll just rot away in here if I don't leave soon. " That was a small lie, I still wanted to see if Grandpa would come back but, say he never did, I would just probably die here. " Ok, let me tell him and I'll get your gun back for you, we decided we can trust you, please, please don't use it on us. " " You have my promise " I said to her before she got us and turned around for the rooms down the hall. Looking at her from behind now she had a medkit on her back, and she also had a nice butt. In fact I watched her walk back and was amazed on how good looking she was. I thought the demons out side had killed everything beautiful in this world, I guess I now stand corrected. I said in my head. I got up and walked in the kitchen. I had ran out of milk a while ago but still had cereal. So I sat there eating dry cheerios. Tasted bland as anything but filled a hole in my belly.
Zoey came into the kitchen and propped the rifle on the side of the table. " Want some? " I asked in a joking tone and that made her chuckle and give a little smile. " Yah, actually, haven't had any in a while " I stood up got a bowl and poured some for her. " Breakfast of champions as my father would say. " I said with a smile putting it down for her. Then I returned to my seat across from her. " I must say for being in the middle of hell, your pretty. " I said, hoping I would not regret it. " Thank you, umm Alec is it? Your not bad yourself. " She came back with. Francis, Louis, and Bill came out and greeted Zoey and I, Bill told Francis and Louis I was coming with them and Louis smiled at me. I bit shocking since the day before I had shoved a rifle butt into his side. After we all ate our fill I started packing and told them to help themselves to anything they might need or want. I took some food, medical things and a couple books. Everyone else was ready when I got out. I picked my rifle up, loaded it and took all my ammo. " Thats a Mosin Nagant, right? " Asked Bill. " Yah, Grandfather got it from a Russian in WW2, still works like the day it was made. " Bill nodded and smiled. With that he turned opened the door and we all stepped out into the crisp morning air. There was a thin mist along the trail. " Let's go, folks " Bill said before we all moved out.
To Be Continued If Wanted.
