Someone prompted me to write multi-chapter EllisxZoey fanfiction so I wrote this. It's not very long I know but I wanted to get the point across that this would be coming. The next set of chapters will be a lot longer than this; I prefer not to overwhelm people with an extremely long first chapter. Ideas are much appreciated.
I do not own Left 4 Dead but I do own a Zoey cosplay and a sniper rifle!
"It's not like you killed someone
It's not like you drove a spiteful spear into his side
Talk to Jesus Christ as if he knows the reasons why"
-Judith, A Perfect Circle
Zoey sat back on her haunches, assessing the damage.
"Francis… you really screwed us this time."
"How was I supposed to know it would make a hole in the boat?" Francis asked innocently. Zoey sat up and slammed her foot into the large wooden support on the dock. She didn't care that it hurt. She was angry. She was angry because here she was, watching the boat that was meant to be their salvation… sink. It took her hope along with it, for just that moment.
"What do you suggest we do about it?" Zoey asked no one in particular. Louis looked up at her from his seat on the cold wood.
"We could go back to Rayford… go along the road those others guys went on." he replied, hoping to ease her.
"They'll be long gone by now." she replied, voice cracking. "It would take too long to get up there anyway."
"Stop being so pessimistic," Francis said "I hate pessimists."
"Francis… is there anything you don't hate" she laughed in response, breaking out of her tense stance.
"My vest." he threw out. Zoey snorted out a laugh, covering her mouth.
"Alright… the only thing we can do I guess is start walking." she said, looking at the road ahead of them.
"Drop your weapons."
It was a command, not a request. It was menacing, the way none of them could see the mans face. Any of the mens faces, actually. They were in full combat gear, gas masks included. For whatever reason, they had no idea.
"I won't tell you again."
Coach dropped the gun in his hand, the others following suit. The weaponry was quickly pushed to the side. The four survivors soon found themselves facing the large cement wall of the warehouse they were near. A small breeze broke through the stifling Florida heat, chilling the sweat on the back of Ellis' neck. He heard the distinct sound of a military issued gun being readied to fire.
"Under order of the President of the United States, you are hereby charged with crimes of terrorism for the possession of a deadly virus and therefore sentenced to summary liquidation"
A shot rang out.
A body fell.
Someone screamed.
None of them were prepared for what was to be done next.
Haha for writing stuff on the spot. I shall go hide in my saferoom now.