LEFT 4 DEAD WITH SOMEONE ELSE
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own the Left 4 Dead series or any of the characters. I also don't any of the companies that make the weapons I mention. Nor do I have anything to do with the any establishment used. It all belongs to whoever owns them.
So don't sue me for this shit!
Rated M for Blood, Guts, Language, and Lemon (In later Chapters)
"Means Speaking"
(Means Thinking)
This is my first Fan Fiction, so please tell me what you think! I only have one rule for commenting: If you can't tell me why you don't like it, then don't say shit!
Her skin was soft to the touch and silky smooth. Her lips were moist and delicious, making every kiss better than the last. She slowly lifted off her shirt and tossed it to join her jeans and red hoodie. Nathan caressed and teased her now naked nipples. She drew closer to him, kissing and nibbling on his neck, then his chin, and finally his lips. As she teased him, one word escaped his lips to hang in the silence… "Zoey"
He shot awake, his breathing heavy and his heart pounding in his chest. He looked around the dimly lit room before his eyes finally settled on the only source of light: the heat lamp. As he cleared his head and straightened out his thoughts, he caught a sound that was barely audible over the hum of the heat lamp… giggling. His head snapped sideways to realize that Zoey was not only awake, but she was staring directly at him, or rather, his sleeping bag. His eyes travelled down to discover a mountain between his legs. (Oh SHIT!) thought Nathan, trying to cover his boner as bet he could while his face turned beet red.
Glancing back at Zoey, he could see that se was silently laughing her ass off. (Ok,) he thought (time for some payback.) Looking back at Zoey, Nathan gave her his saddest, most emotionally wounded face. He even cried a little to make believable as he laid back down with his back to her. Quietly lying there, he counted down in his head, (Three…Two…One…) When he got to one, he heard Zoey whisper "Nathan. Nathan! C'mon, don't be like that." In response, Nathan sniffled a bit to make her think that he was really hurt and get the heartfelt apology he thought he deserved. To his surprise, not only did she not apologize, she slowly crawled over to him and whispered "You have to admit, your dick is a little small." Enraged, Nathan flipped over, loudly whispering "It is n-" Her kiss surprised him into silence. Even as she pulled away, he could tell by the look in her eyes that another was in the works.
The second kiss was longer and deeper, with her tongue exploring his mouth. As Zoey pulled away for the second time, she whispered "Apology accepted?" into his ear. Still in shock, all Nathan could do was stutter "Apology accepted."
After Zoey had crawled back to her spot, Nathan glanced at his digital watch, just to check the time. (Jesus!) he thought (It's only 1420! I need to get some sleep!) With that, he crawled back into his sleeping bag and soon fell into sleep's embrace, but not before catching one last glance at Zoey's sleeping face…
About seven hours later, Nathan woke to the sight of Bill shaking him and saying "Wake up, we've got work to do." Slowly, Nathan let his eyes acclimate to the now on and fucking bright as hell lights. He sat up, reaching for his hiking pack as he did. Unzipping it and peering inside, he remembered that he didn't have any food. "Damn, um, I'm out of food, do you guys have any spare stuff?" As the rest of the team looked into their bags, each came back with a disappointed shake of the head. "Here," said Louis, handing Nathan the can of peaches he'd been eating "I don't need to eat much." Taking the can, Nathan had enough time to say "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" before he began to devour the juicy fruit.
As Nathan finished the peaches, he began to pick up his gear. First, he grabbed his F2000, checked to make sure it was set to three-round burst, and set it down on the table. Next, he put on his bandolier, then his backpack. He picked up his custom M9s and slipped them into his thigh holsters. Finally, he reached down and pulled out a long trench knife from under his pillow and stuck it into a sheath on the bandolier. With all of this complete, he picked up his rifle and nodded to the rest of the team that he was ready.
They opened the steel door to the safe room slowly, carefully looking and listening for signs of the Infected. "So," said Zoey after the all clear was given "I'm guessing that groceries are the first thing on the list?" "Yep." Replied Bill, already looking over the map to see where they'd stop. "Here." he said, pointing to a spot on the map "There's a convenience store about four blocks from the safe room." Francis laughed "We're gonna eat like kings tonight!" as he rubbed his stomach.
They moved out, going down alleyways and across streets quickly, quietly, and minimizing contact with the Infected. Any Infected that they had to deal with were quickly cut down. At one point, the team heard the distinct crying of a Witch. This made them quicken their pace, everyone hoping that they wouldn't have to deal with the threat that she posed. When her sobs faded into the background, the team let out a collective sigh. A few blocks later, they came to an obstacle they couldn't bypass: a barricade. "Well shit," muttered Bill "I guess we'll have to backtrack and find a way around it." Louis quickly stepped forward and said "No we don't, I saw a propane tank over there!" He pointed to where, sure enough, a propane tank sat. "Sweet, let's blow this taco stand!" chimed in Zoey, which drew snorts of laughter from Nathan & Louis, but made Francis face-palm himself. "Quit jabbering guys. Francis, haul the tank over to the barricade." Barked Billl, trying to get everyone organized. "Zoey, Nathan, you two will cover our rear once the tank goes off. Louis; you, Francis, and I will be on point. We'll have to move fast, the Horde is going to be all over this place."
After Francis had placed the propane tank, the team crouched behind a nearby dumpster for cover. "Zoey," said Bill "will you do the honors?" "Sure." she replied, standing up and taking aim. The M14 bucked in her hands as she pulled the trigger. Milliseconds later, the tank exploded with a menacing BOOM. Chunks of plywood flew over the dumpster as the barricade was obliterated. "Go, Go, GO!" yelled Bill as the explosion faded. The team darted out from their cover and charged down the alleyway. As the ringing in their ears disappeared, the team could hear a humongous roar coming from all around them. "SHIT!" screamed Louis, obviously terrified. "Just stay close and we'll be fine" retorted Bill. The rest of the team didn't hear him mutter "I hope."
The first of the Infected showed up quickly, pouring out of nearby doorways and alleyways. The team opened fire with vigor, wiping out the first wave in seconds. The second wave to arrive was a bit larger, but they still ended up joining the first wave in death. As the second wave died out, everyone quickly reloaded, hoping not to get caught off guard by a third wave.
Surprisingly enough, the third wave never showed up, and for that the team was thankful. They continued relatively unopposed until, finally, they reached the store. "Alright everyone," said Bill as they entered the convenience store "remember: non-perishable foods only. If you run into any Infected, try and kill it quietly." Everyone else gave an agreement of some sort and split off to find the food they wanted.
(Man,) thought Nathan, going from aisle to aisle (I could use some damn sour gummy worms.) When he reached the candy aisle, he saw that Louis had already beaten him to it. "Hey Nathan, what'cha lookin for?" said the former businessman. "Sour gummy worms, I have this crazy ass craving for them. What about you?" "These." he said, lifting up a bag of candy orange slices. Nathan smiled "Those are good too, any bags of 'em left?" Louis pointed to where a group of bags lay "Yeah, right there." "Thanks." replied Nathan as he picked up a few bags and started searching for the worms. "Cool, I'm off to the canned fruits section." said Louis, walking down the aisle "I gotta stock up on canned peaches." As Louis disappeared around the corner, Nathan continued searching by flashlight until he saw the prize he sought. (Sweet.) he thought, grabbing a few bags (Now, on to the canned pasta!)
When he'd gotten all of the items he'd wanted, he looked into his now-full pack to see that all of his spoils were there: seven cans of ravioli, two cans of corn, four bags of sour gummy worms, three bags of candy oranges, one can of strawberry preserves, three cans of chicken noodle soup, and one can of cream of mushroom soup. He'd also gotten a new can opener, batteries, and a stick of deodorant. He began to make his way towards the front of the store to join the rest of the group. As he walked, he heard a distinct sound coming from the back of the store: GROWLING. "Uh, guys?" he said, quickening his pace "We may have a problem here!" "What?" asked Francis from the front of the store. Before Nathan could reply, the tremendous roar of a Tank tore through the store. "SHIT!" yelled Bill as the Tank crashed into view.
Nathan ran, pulling out his M9s as he moved. He screamed at the Tank "Hey ugly, over here!" and began to fire rounds into its face. Focusing on the main annoyance, the Tank charged at Nathan with surprising speed. "Guys, a little help here?" he yelled, dodging the charge by jumping down an aisle. Enraged further that it had missed its target, it wheeled around and charged again. Nathan took off down the aisle, hoping to get away. By now, the others had opened fire, but the Tank was too focused on Nathan to care about the bullets embedding themselves into his skin. When he got to the end of the aisle, Nathan tried to jump out of the way again. Sadly, the Tank was ready for him, and his fist shot out, catching Nathan on his side. With an agonized scream, he flew across the store to land on a clothes rack. Thankfully, the clothes hanging on the rack cushioned the landing. The team ran over before the Tank could charge again and stood between it and Nathan. As they stood there, they put out a fusillade of bullets. The Tank charged at them, but, ten feet before it would have murdered them, it collapsed under the withering amount of fire.
"Nathan, NATHAN! C'mon, you have to get up!" cried Zoey, desperately trying to help him. Slowly, Nathan stood, and with the help of Zoey, he began to limp towards the door. Thankfully, the team was able to travel the last four blocks to the safe room virtually unopposed.
When they reached the safe room, Louis cleared a space on the wall. "Here," he said "set him down here." As Nathan sat down against the wall, he began to laugh. "Are you okay?" asked Bill, a little creeped out. "Besides this bruised rib, yeah I'm fine. I'm laughing because I can't believe we did it, we killed a fucking Tank!" He sat back, continuing to laugh. Suddenly, Zoey joined him, laughing while holding her sides. Slowly, everyone else came around to laughing, even Bill, although he didn't do much more than chuckle.
They spent a few minutes laughing, and then got to work setting their sleeping bags. Nathan tried to get to set his, but the pain from his ribs sucker punched him when he tried to move. Gasping from the pain, he sat back against the wall. Noticing Nathan's dilemma, Louis walked over and began to set out Nathan's sleeping bag. "Oh, you don't have to do that, I'll be fine." said Nathan, trying to crawl over to Louis, but wincing with every movement. "Stay there." ordered Louis "You're in no condition to do anything."
Louis finished setting up Nathan's sleeping bag, opening it fully so that it looked like a rug instead of a bag. Enlisting the help of Francis, they lifted Nathan, who, in between curses and obscenities, grunted and moaned in pain. They set him down on one side of the bag and zipped it up around him. "You need to get as much sleep as possible." said Louis, making sure he'd finished "We can't exactly get to the next safe room if you're in too much pain to move." "Fine," muttered Nathan, obviously peeved "I'll get some damn rest. I could have set it out myself though." Zoey snickered, saying "No you couldn't, you were to busy holding your ribs." Nathan grumbled something incoherent, painfully turned over, and tried to get some sleep…