Author's Note: Hi! Kai here! Been busy yadda yadda. Something about architecture, stuff stuff stuff. Okay then! Here's a story. Please enjoy it! (I do not own the L4D 1 and 2 characters.)
"Shit. I don't think I will ever get all this sewer shit off my suit. God dammit!"
After spending a few days together, traveling and fighting for survival since they met in the Vannah hotel, the four got to know each other and their personality. Along with getting used to the white-suited man's usual complaints.
"What's wrong Nick? You can get wash brains out your suit but not sewage" Ellis chuckled to himself.
"Shut up, Ellis" Nick replied along with a glare at the mechanic.
"Oh come on, Nick. Lighten up will ya?"
"Ellis. We have been down in the sewers. All day. Okay. How can I lighten up when we were all walking in shit water for hours. You know what, go ahead. Try and find an enjoyable moment during our time down there."
Not able to find an answer, Ellis nervously scratched the back of his head, hesitating on what to say next to the conman.
"Well… um… ah…"
"Well kid. I'm waiting" as Nick crossed his arms with a smug look on his face, fully knowing he stumped the younger survivor.
Wishing to get a moment of peace today, Coach stepped in between the two men. "All right y'all. That's enough complaining for today. I think I have reached my limit after hearing y'all complain about my view of the 'Rayford Historic Underground Tour.'"
After remembering how they kept teasing him about the so called "historic museum." They started laughing in their own little group while Coach just stood there, rolling his eyes and slightly embarrassed.
These people, Coach thought and sighed. I have enough pride to admit I was wrong about the museum and even more so to call it a shit hole too. But, lord, they don't need to keep rubbing it in my face.
Seeing the three still smiling and laughing, Coach coughed to silence then and continued to speak. "I think we should all prepare ourselves and get some rest tonight. Something's telling me tomorrow ain't gonna be easy."
The other three nodded in agreement and went to replenish their ammunition and address their wounds they gained from their trip. They soon settled down and ate whatever can be considered food they could find in the safe house. After enjoying can now be considered a feast, they continued on to their usual prayer that Coach always led. Though they saw it as troublesome at first, they soon accept this little routine. Hope and prayer was all they have left these days.
"So… Who wants to take the first watch tonight?" Coach said after their prayers were done.
There was a brief moment of silence in the room, all of them looking down at the ground, no one really eager to take first watch.
Glancing at the three men in front of her, looking at all the cuts and bruises they have obtained, she stood up from her spot and voiced in.
"I think I will take the first shift tonight Coach. You guys need to get some rest" Rochelle volunteered, with a small, tired smile on her face.
The men in room quickly turned their attention from the floor to the lone woman, surprised that she volunteered.
"Are you sure, baby girl? I mean, you got as much damage as any of us down there… I should take the first watch and you should get some sleep first" Coach showing concern for Rochelle.
"Hey~, no worries. I'm a big girl Coach" Rochelle said as she proved that she was okay by walking across the room to where Coach sat, while masking the pain she felt along the way with a smile. "I can take care of myself just fine. If anything, I still have these pain pills to help me if my wounds are bothering me too much," pulling out her pain pills from her belt to show before putting it back. "And besides, the other three aren't that far from where we are now" referring to the three survivors they met at the other side of the bridge. "If anything thing happens, I'm sure they will help me."
The three men still looked at Rochelle still showing concern for her wellbeing. They stared at her for a few minutes to see if she will change her mind, but she just stood there, showing no motion of backing down from her word.
Seeing how she wasn't going to change her mind, Coach sighed.
"All right little sis. Just remember to wake me up in a couple of hours so I can take the next shift after you, okay?"
"I hear you Coach. Good night you guys."
Coach put his hand on her shoulder and silently said his thanks and went to find a spot to rest. He soon settled against the wall where the table was originally place, which they now moved to the middle of the room.
Ellis smiled at Rochelle and nodded his head in thanks and quickly fell asleep on top of the barrels that were stacked against one of the corners of the room. He showed no considered what was in the barrels but it seemed it didn't matter anymore to him.
Nick continued to look at Rochelle from his spot on the floor, seeing if she will change her mind but soon gave up and settled against the wall with his rifle resting on his lap, with his hand no too far away from the trigger.
It was the first time she seen Nick asleep because she was always to first to go to sleep and last to wake up. Seeing that the finger was on the trigger finger, she froze in place out of fear and made a mental note. Note to self: Do not approach Nick when he's asleep carelessly.
Checking to see that everyone was asleep, she walked to the safe room door and shot any wandering zombies outside with her pistol.
After shooting a few zombies, Rochelle decided to maybe go outside the safe room because the space in front the safe room was small and had limited sight. She wanted to clear the area as much as she can before the guys woke up in the morning.
Before leaving, she switched out her pistol for a magnum that was lying on the table and grabbed some extra ammo.
Looking at the magnum in her hand, she smiled and whispered to herself, "Yeah, you are going to kill some zombies with me."
Making sure everyone was still asleep, she grabbed her health pack and pills, leaving her shotgun behind so she doesn't get any unnecessary attention and locked the safe room behind her.
Walking outside the safe house, she was greeted with the bodies of the zombies she shot earlier and the overwhelming smell of blood pooling on the floor. She fought back the feeling of throwing up but swallowed and continued on to climbing the stairs.
When she climbed the first few sets of stairs, she looked to the long set of stairs leading to the bridge. Rochelle started thinking of checking on the other survivors and maybe come up with a plan for tomorrow. But the main reason she wanted to go was to possibly talk to the man on the bridge. Francis she believe his name was.
While in her own thoughts of what she and Francis could talk about, she unknowingly climbed the stairs. She was snapped out of her thoughts after hearing gunshots and screeches not too far away from her.
Thanks to the apocalypse, her reaction time was quick as she swiftly scanned the area around her. She had a quick moment of panic believing the gunfire came from one of her teammates and sees that she abandoned her duty of safeguarding the safe room as they were asleep. She was relieved to see there was no one around her. Seeing that she was halfway up the stairs, she decided to climb to the top to see if Francis was there.
When she reached the top, Rochelle saw the reason for the gunshots and the screeches she heard earlier. Littered along the chain-linked fence were a couple dozen of bodies with a visible gunshot wounds somewhere on their body. She continued to hold back herself for spilling everything in her stomach and fighting and killing zombies for the past few days, she couldn't help but be taken a back after seeing so many bodies in one place and the blood still oozing out of their bodies.
"Still not used to seeing this stuff huh?"
A/N: I think we all know who said that statement right? ;D