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Serene: Dawnwish112 does not own Left 4 Dead 2 whatsoever. That would be Valve, who I need to take a gun to if they don't learn how to count to three.
Me: Thanks, now. Let's get this over with before I loose interest...
"This ain't –" Ellis started began before his viciously torn up chest made him grunt, "This ain't funny Nick!" I figured Nick was the guy in the suit.
Nick was now down to chuckling again, "That was almost what happened last time... till that Charger got you anyways!" He started to laugh again.
"You coulda said the Witch was right there!" Ellis yelled, pulling away from his healer, the older, big guy.
The older man scolded him, "Boy, you can get 'em later. I still gotta get you fixed up. Now hold still." Ellis muttered under his breath mutinously. "He does have a point, though," he added to Nick.
I knocked on the door, which interrupted the argument. "Go get the door, Nick," the woman said, still sneering at him.
"It's probably some zombie. Hand me that gun." Nick ordered. I heard a hmmpf of defiance.
I was impatient now and I, breaking down the wooden door with my katana, let myself in. I wonder how I looked to them, a girl, clearly younger than the rest of them, armed with an M-16 assault rifle and a bloody katana. My long, straight, black hair hid most of my face, save my right eye. My skin was as pale as a ghost, which contradicted vibrantly against my black lipstick, black jeans and dark purple t-shirt (with black stripes). "I'm here to check on someone," I told them.
"Listen, little girl –" he started. The man was interrupted by me lifting the sleek, black gun to his head.
"Let me in," I said without trying to hide the annoyance in my voice whatsoever. The rage must have been obvious in my piercing green eyes, "or I will blow your brains out." Sue me for reacting.
The suited man lifted his shotgun to my head in return. I could practically see the fear in his eyes. This 'little girl' planned to kill him. He didn't let his fear show in his voice though, "Put the gun down, before someone gets hurt."
I rolled my eyes and pushed past him, which wasn't hard, because he didn't want to get more than arm's length closer to me. The wounded young man seemed to recognize me – a Gothic, twenty-year-old girl with a vampire-like stare – from the past. I knew he was the man I was looking for by the "Bullshifters," shirt. The realization must have hit him like a Charger at full speed, "Serene?"
"Ellis?" I asked in return.
"Oh mah God! Serene!" Ellis tried to get up to hug me, his injury reminding him he couldn't. Instead I hugged him gently. "I thought you were dead!"
"After I saw you with that Witch, I thought you were!" To the rest of the group, who was clearly confused, I introduced myself, brushing my hair out of my face, "I'm Ellis' little sister and I'm immune to the Infection. I was traveling with rest my family, fighting the Infected and just trying to get by, but as it turns out, I'm the only one left, except for Ellis, but we got separated long ago."
"And you've been alone?" the woman asked.
I nodded solemnly, "Not until recently. Two days ago, our uncle, the last one left, contracted the Infection. He told me to go to New Orleans and to find my brother and blew his brains out..." I used my jet black hair to hide the single tear that fell down my cheek I shook my head, trying to clear my mind of the memory... I noticed Ellis clearly wasn't as hurt as I was about the death of our uncle, but the grief was still there.
"How old are you, anyways?" the woman asked, clearly trying to change the subject.
I responded flatly, still trying to hide my ever-changing emotions, "Twenty two."
"Damn," the oldest man mumbled, "An' I though Ellis was too young for this shit." It's not that much of an age difference, really, only about a year.
"Lemme say something now though," I said with a glare at Nick. My eyes must have been red from crying and gave me a Witch-like appearance, judging by Nick's reaction to what everyone calls my death glare, "I'm clinically depressed, so leave me the hell alone when I'm pissed or someone'll have a bullet in their skull or a knife in their back." It hasn't happened yet, but there's always time for a first...
"So's that why you held Nick at gunpoint?" The woman asked me. She could see the guy in the suit tried not to care, but I was briefly intent on killing him. I guess it would be kind of hard not to care about that, so she asked for him. I could tell he was the kind of guy that was too proud to admit he was scared by a girl about half his age.
"No, I thought he was a zombie," I said sarcastically. "No dip, Sherlock." Sarcasm is my second language.
The woman laughed to herself, "I like your sister, Ellis." Her giggle sounded weird, but that could have been from the fact I'd been alone for about a week. All voices that weren't zombie growls sounded weird.
The oldest man snickered, too, "You gonna stick around, kid?"
I spoke softly, "If you'll take me. I got nowhere else to go." I held my head up, trying to be social before I teared up again, "You all know my name. Who are you?" I looked to everyone but my brother.
"Name's Rochelle."
"People call me Coach."
"Nick."
The introduction was interrupted by insane laughter, followed by my asking, "Rochelle, you mind if I borrow that?" I nodded to the hunting rifle she had on the table next to her. She handed me the rifle and I strapped the M16 to my back. I could see Jockey, but only just. It had to be a hundred yards away. I looked through the scope, my straight, black hair brushing against it. I lined up my shot and pulled the trigger twice. The Jockey went limp and died right there.
"Nice one," my brother praised, "Where'dja learn ta do that?"
I smirked, "Gotta hand it to the folks. Their paranoia finally paid off." Mom and Dad weren't all that paranoid really. It was only until they met Ellis' idiot friend Keith that they really started worrying about us. Dad taught me about guns when I was six and showed me how to shoot one when I was seven. By age eight, I was looking page after page through multiple gun magazines with Ellis.
With the Jockey taken care of and me, Nick, and Rochelle covering him (okay breaking down the door wasn't the best of ideas), Coach resumed his work on Ellis. There wasn't much to do, but it was still going to hurt for a long time. I tossed him a pill bottle between slicing some Infected with my katana and blasting them to pieces with my assault rifle. "Take two," I said to my brother. He took a dosage of them without question.
Now that he was all doctored up, he wanted to get moving towards Whispering Oaks, where an evacuation center was supposed to be set up. "Y'all ready?" With a nod from the team, Ellis blasted the small horde that had appeared and destroyed them quickly before leaping down the stairs and turning behind the motels, the others following behind and me matching him, step for step and kill for kill. We came to a steep hill that lead to a river below.
"The safe house is just down river," I said, "looks like there's only one way down..." I cleared out the few zombies on the hill and slid down. The others were right behind me.
When we got to the bottom of the hill, we started off down river, but a yell sounded and the ground began to shake. "Shit!" Coach cursed. "Tank!"
The Tank emerged from the other side of the river, soon met with the gunfire from the Survivors. "Burn in Hell!" I cursed at the over-muscled monster as I lit a Molotov cocktail from my spiked belt and threw it. The Tank was now covered in fire, but its attention was now diverted towards me!
The Tank punched me, sending me flying into a tree, and incapacitating me instantly. "ARGH!" I yelled in agony at the pain of a broken leg. The Tank, still on fire, turned its attention to Nick. I did my best with the one pistol I had saved, but the Tank was too far. "HEY! HELP ME ALREADY" I yelled to my newly found, out-of-sight team. I just met them, and they could be dying, for all I knew.
"Hey ugly!" Ellis', now fully enraged voice snapped I guess to the Tank. It turned its attention to my brother. With one pure shot of luck, he shot the Tank dead in the face with the pump shotgun, making it collapse and die. Ellis' triumph was momentary until my groan of agony made him remember his new-found sister was lying on the ground with a potentially broken leg.
Rochelle, who was closest to me, tried helping me on my feet again, "Come on, come on. We need you for a bit," she encouraged as she helped me up, but I couldn't stand.
"Damn it! My leg's broken, isn't it?" I couldn't even place the slightest bit of weight on my right leg. Ellis took my weight on that side, and for once I was thankful for the malnutrition that slimmed me down beyond what I thought possible.
I groaned before saying, "There should be a safe house up that hill downriver, but I don't think I'll make it..."
"Hey!" Ellis said, "You'll be fine. Nick! Heal 'er up!"
Nick gave Ellis quite the look. "You're joking, right?" he asked.
"What's wrong Nick?" I asked. I couldn't help a petty jab there. "You afraid I'll bite?" I gave my best vampire hiss. Man, I love messing with people!
"Cut it out, Serene," Ellis snapped, though I could see the amusement in his blue eyes.
Nick gingerly patched up the scratches I'd taken from the Infected, and made a splint to hold my broken leg steady. The pain was nearly gone, only a few bruises left to show for my run in with the Tank other than the splint. "Thanks, I owe you one," I thanked Nick.
"Don't mention it, kid." Nick dismissed. Despite his seemingly calm attitude, I could sense this, for lack of a better way to say it, air about him; an air of caution. It almost made me smile knowing someone like him was scared by little old me. Messing with him would be fun.
When we had regrouped, we headed up the hill which flattened into a parking lot. There were only a few cars in it. "Don't shoot that car!" Nick warned. A reddish-orange car had its headlights flashing, and the alarm would attract more zombies then we needed right now.
I knew that already, but I was grateful for the reminder. I could be a lousy shot now and again (unless I had a scope. That was a different story altogether), and was just lucky not to shoot my teammates. I took out my katana, just in case some Infected decided to test me, though.
The safe house was just around the corner. "Safe house ahead!" I called to the group. The idea of safety made them hurry a little more. Within a few seconds, everyone was in the safe house. I closed the door and would've jumped with joy if my leg wasn't screwed up.
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