Hey all. Here's chapter two. I don't own left 4 dead or its characters, except for Chris and Wade.
I completely retyped this chapter and scrapped the previous one. I decided reading bout Wade's parents would be depressing and kind of useless to the rest of the story. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Chapter 2:
This is what I "want".
"I was going to start this story by telling you how we got into this whole mess. And I'm still going to do that, except I decided to leave out some parts, like us having to kill Wade's parents right after they turned..." Chris held the voice recorder in his right hand, in front of his mouth. He sat on a table, with his back against the saferoom wall.
The saferoom was pretty basic. The coffee shop tables had been piled in front of the windows, leaving very little useable furniture in the room.
"…The infection started about a month ago, I'm not sure where exactly. There were rapports on the news about people getting sick, and then reacting very violently to their doctors in the hospitals. The virus symptoms involved, swelling of the brain, which for some reason lead to animalistic rage and a sudden craving for human flesh."
"And a very casual disregard for dental hygiene and a lack of manners. Don't forget those two very important social aspects." Wade's voice cut in again.
Chris switched of the voice recorder. "You're kind of ruining this story, man."
"Chris, I know this would make an awesome documentary or real life drama or whatever, but just who's gonna listen to that when you're done with it?" Wade put his boots back on, after he had just finished cleaning all the blood of off them.
Chris shrugged, "Anyone who is still alive when this is all over." The truth was Chris just needed something to keep him busy, something aside from loading weapons and getting ready for the next kill.
"So…basically you're gonna make me listen that?"
Chris laughed, "Ooh yea, I'm gonna duct tape this recorder to your head and make you listen it over and over."
"Then you'd better start singing on that thing, 'cus I don't respond well to normal boring-voiced documentaries."
"It's not like you're going to get to choose whether you listen it or not, man." Chris flexed his biceps and they both started laughing.
Wade threw Chris an energy bar he'd found in one of the cupboards of the shop. "You're going to need that if you wanna make it through today. Looks like we might be passing a mall and I need some new body spray."
"I could really go for a new shirt. These things rip way too easily." Chris poked a finger through a rip on the chest of the shirt.
"Please, were not good enough friends to start walking around nude around each other. You should get a bunch of new clothes."
They left the safe room laughing and joking. It was a good way to start the day, it kept their morale high.
"We're going to waste a lot of hours in here…" Chris spoke as he and Wade stared at the massive mall while standing just outside the entrance. It really was a big mall, it had close to 300 hundred stores, with underground parking.
"If we get caught in that place when its dark out, I vote we go camp out in a furniture store. I really wanna try out their waterbeds." Wade said, while grinning.
"If you're OK with us not sharing a bed, then sure pall, we can camp out in a furniture store."
The store looked even bigger from the inside. It had glass panels in the roof to let sunlight in, so it wasn't as dark as they expected it would be.
"Right then, let's go find a hardware store first. That would be our best chance of finding more weapons." Chris spoke and Wade nodded. No use arguing about a decent idea.
They kept their eyes open for any other supplies they might need, both alert for sounds too, because if a hoard of infected catch them in here, they'd be cornered and unable to put up much of a fight.
Chris heard the sound first, mostly because Wade had started humming Welcome to the black parade by My chemical romance and Chris hadn't lost focus like Wade does when he's around something musical.
There it was again. It sounding like crying and it was coming from a clothes store nearby. The shop sign had been torn down, but it looked like the place sold casual clothes to teens mostly.
"Wade, you hear that?" Chris asked and Wade stopped humming. Eventually he nodded.
"Let's go check it out, maybe it something fun like a witch." Wade cracked his neck and drew his sword from the scabbard on his back.
Chris made sure his shotgun was loaded and the two friends neared the shop stealthily.
As they neared they began stepping away from each other, so they'd end up standing on either side to the entrance of the shop. When they each reached their side, Chris looked at Wade. Wade was smiling an excited smile and his green eyes had an amused glisten to them. Chris got worried when Wade got this excited about killing. Wade got reckless and careless when he got this excited.
Chris nodded and Wade slowly pushed the door open before stepping in with Chris right next to him.
"Please help…" The girl almost sobbed, staring at them through teary eyes.
Chris's mouth hung open and he'd lowered the shotgun to his side. She looked his age, maybe a year younger. She had long, smooth brown hair and big brown eyes.
"Whussup?" Wade had his sword pointed at her, but talked like they were meeting at school.
"My friend's been bitten. Please…" She couldn't finish and started walking to the back of the store.
Chris and Wade followed, both having opposite reactions. Chris couldn't believe that they met another survivor, an attractive one at that. Wade looked like he was disappointed and kicked the clothes that were littered over the floor as they walked to the back.
The girl led them through a door, into a big storage room, although there wasn't much stored in it at the moment.
Chris saw two other people as they walked in. One was a blond haired girl with dark blue eyes, also looking Chris's age. The other was a man, maybe 60 years old. He had short graying, black hair and an unshaven face.
"He's been bitten…" The brown haired girl spoke softly, holding back tears fairly well.
"I don't think we can really help…" Chris admitted after a few moments of silence.
"We know there's no cure. That's why I want to be shot, before I turn into one of those…things." The old man spoke, he's voice was weak and he lifted his arm so they could see the tooth marks on his forearm. "Boys, I know I'm finished, so I would really appreciate it if one of you would…"
Chris nodded, "We understand. Do you need a moment to say goodbye?"
"We said goodbye before you came along, so…" The blond said sadly, but refused to look the two friends in the eyes.
"Are you sure about this?" Wade spoke and stepped further into the room.
The old man nodded, "This is what I want…"
Chris sighted and stepped forward. He decided to use his pistol, he didn't need to use the shotgun on this man.
The brown haired girl watched him move closer to the old man. She licked her lips, but stopped when she looked at Wade. He had moved a little to the side, like he wanted to watch Chris shoot the old man. She suddenly felt uneasy, something wasn't right…
The blond haired girl moved so she stood next to Chris and wiped something from her eye.
Chris lifted the gun slowly and aimed at the old man's head. He hated this. He didn't want to shoot him. Why couldn't they just leave the old man to turn infected? But it wouldn't be right, he might kill some other survivors passing through here.
His finger started tightening on the trigger when the blond girl interrupted, "Stop! Please stop!"
Chris exhaled a breath he'd subconsciously been holding in and looked at her.
She hesitated a moment, "I'll do it…" and she held out her hand for the gun.
Chris hesitated, but then started handing the gun over to her. Before she could take it, the roar of a single gunshot filled the storage room.
She froze. For the first time since the two guys had entered the saferoom she showed some actual emotion on her face, and her face was frozen in a look of horror and shock.
The brown haired girl's eyes were wide open in shock too.
Chris even turned a little pale and stared at the gun in his hand. Did he just shoot the old man? He didn't feel the gun recoil. His finger isn't near the trigger.
The old man looked the most shocked of all of them. He slowly looked down at his chest, where a blood stain was forming right where his heart should be. He didn't even say anything, just dropped back and lay on his back on the crates. Dead…
End of chapter 2.
I hope you all liked it. I think it's a big upgrade from reading some half written piece on Wade's parents dying. Please read and review!
