A/N: Yup! It's not over yet! And to my RP buddies, how do ya like it so far?

A/N2: Sckuyler is pronounced 'Skyler'.

A/N3: RP people: Especially to Infected Padfoot, I'm sorry I haven't been on, but please don't let this RP die! I'm trying to get on, but the internet connection to my laptop took a shit and I can't use me desktop for at least a month, maybe shorter. Until I can get back on, try not to leave, okay?

(~**^^Left4Dead^^**~)

The storm died down after a few hours and, just like that, the forest returned to normal, save for the blood-drenched grass and the bodies strewn among the forest floor. A single battered body floated to the bank. The waterfall pushed it onto the mud. It lay on the bank, a sorry sight indeed. It was dressed in a pair of black jeans, halfinger gloves and combat boots, completely shirtless. Its hair was matted down, covering its eyes. Twisted around its neck was a pair of silver dog tags, engraved with the name, "Captain Jack Miller".

Jack's body lay there for a while, shivering and drenched. He coughed and rose to his knees, tired, cold, and hungry. His blue lips were open, teeth chattering. He rubbed his pale skin, trying to generate warmth. He spotted another body floating in the river that he instantly realized as Sckuyler. He reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her to the bank, he noticed that her white cotton t-shirt was completely see-through. He turned a bright shade of red and flipped her on her stomach. He heard a quiet moan from the river and a hand reaching out from the water. He ran over to it and pulled up his friend, Ace. Ace shivered and sat down on a rock, rubbing his bare arms. He turned towards Jack and said through chattering teeth. "A-anyone el-lse surv-vive the f-fall?"

"Only Sckuyler so far, but I'm sure the rest are okay." Jack sighed and looked for the rest of the survivors. He pulled Roy onto the bank and helped him to his feet. He nodded slowly and began helping Jack look for the others. Roy pulled Dylan from around a tree. Jack saved Daniel from drowning in the river. Daniel scowled at the waterfall and began looking for his cigarettes. After everyone was okay, Jack walked back over to Sckuyler and inspected her for wounds. He could see blood soaking through a large gash in her chest, soaking through her shirt and onto Jack's hand. Jack looked around the trees for a medpack that had possibly survived the fall. He looked for minutes and found nothing. He walked back to the bank and held his arm, which also carried a large gash. He found Ace by the rock, helping Dylan tie a bandage around his leg. "Any others left?" Ace gestured towards a small cluster of red near a tree. "Quit squirming Dylan. It's hard enough already with my hands shaking." Dylan winced in pain. "I'm sorry," he whispered, biting his tongue. "It hurts." Jack picked up a medpack and walked back over to Sckuyler. He knelt by her and pulled off her shirt. He began cleaning the wound, keeping his eyes focused on her nose the whole time. Once he began tying the bandage around her chest, he heard a footstep behind him. "Hey, what's going- oh." He turned around and saw the timid form of Dylan turn a bright red, hiding behind a tree. Jack glared at him and shook his head. "Come here, Dylan." Dylan crept forward slowly, afraid that either Jack would hit him or Sckuyler would wake up and yell at them both. Jack handed his both halves of the bandage, which had been wrapped around the top of Sckuyler's chest just below her neck. Dylan's face turned red as he found his eyes gazing downward, only to jerk back up when Jack nudged his shoulder. "Tie the bandage halves together tightly." Dylan nodded quickly and one again found his gaze drifting downwards. Jack shot him a dangerous look and he quickly focused his gaze on her nose, which twitched slightly when he tied the bandage. He saw Jack using a small gauze to disinfect infected cuts on her stomach. He eyed Jack suspiciously. "I thought you said…" Jack glared at him. He held away his hands and focused only on Jack. "It's different for you, right? After you two… you know…" Jack eyed him dangerously and Dylan scampered away, afraid he said too much. Jack finished patching up Sckuyler and helped her back into her shirt, walking back over to the rock and picking up a medpack for himself, sitting down by the rock and fixing his own wounds. Dylan watched Jack from behind the rock. "I'm sorry Jack. I just-" Jack sighed and turned towards Dylan. "It's okay, Dylan. I didn't mean to scare you. It's just… I care about her. I care about all of you. If you're hurt, I'll take care of you no matter what I have to do. You know that by now, especially after…" Dylan shuddered, remembering the incident clearly but wishing he didn't. Jack smirked at him. "Sorry about that. Still can't forget it? I don't think I will, either."

"…But do you want to?"

"Yes, very much. It gives me nightmares." Dylan sat down next to Jack. He smiled. Jack sighed. "Okay, give it up. How'd you find out about me and Sckuyler?" Dylan sighed.

"I heard you two in the closet that day. You really think it was soundproof?"

"At that particular time, I didn't really care, because-"

"Okay, okay, shut up. I don't want to hear any more." Dylan shuddered again, smiling.

"Oh, come on. If you were in the same position, you'd want to talk about it."

"With Sckuyler? How would that be possible?" Jack chuckled. "I wouldn't stop thinking about it. She likes you a lot. She sees you as… cute, I guess." Dylan blushed. "She said that about me?" Jack nodded. "You didn't hear it from me, though. Don't ruin my life."

"Oh, that'd be a real shame. I'd hate for you to stop getting laid every night."

"Shut up, it's not every night."

"How many times?"

"About three or four. I can't remember." Dylan rolled his eyes. Jack patted him on his shoulder. "Well, look at you. I guess growing up is changing you for good this time."

"Why?"

"It's called puberty. Every guy gets it eventually." Jack chuckled and turned towards Ace, who had remained hidden under a tree until now. "You can come out now, perv." Ace patted Jack on the shoulder and sat down next to him. "You okay now?" Jack nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. How's everyone else?"

"Not too good. A couple broken bones, lots of bleeding, hundreds of cuts and bruises. That little stunt you pulled coulda broke us all."

"Yeah, well, I prefer broken over dead." Jack sighed and reached into his pocket, pulling out a box of cigarettes and a lighter that had somehow miraculously survived the fall. He lit one and ignored the look from Ace. "Stolen from Daniel, I take it?" Jack chuckled and coughed on the smoke, his body slowly warming. "Yup. Want one?"

"Nah, I'm good. See any infected?" Jack thought a little. "One or two commons, no zombies. What's our loadout?"

"Nothing but pistols and melee survived the fall. About two or three Desert Eagles, enough 9 mils, and a few metal or strong melee weapons. Other than that, nothing."

"It's a start. Get loaded up with some ammo, a 44, and a spare medkit and wait by the bank. We're gonna go scout out, see if we can find a safehouse close to here." Ace smiled. "Gotcha. But it seriously has to be close. I don't think we can move some of the others very far." Jack nodded and walked over to the rock where Roy was laying out weapons and ammo. He nodded towards Jack but otherwise remained silent. Jack picked up a 44. Magnum and a medkit. He shoved some spare mags into his pocket and slung his crowbar over his back. He looked up and noticed Roy loaded up, too. Jack shook his head. "You stay here and guard the others. No one else can."

"You can't stop me." Jack sighed. "Fine. Ace, you stay and guard the others."

"Damn. Ah, it's okay. No one else can do it." He stayed behind and watched Jack and Roy disappear among the trees. "Be careful guys," he whispered to himself.

Jack pushed a branch out of his face. It was so quiet, every little sound he made was broadcast to the entire world. Jack shivered and wished for his warm combat jacket and shirt. He turned on the flashlight mounted on the barrel of his 44 and turned towards Roy. "See anything?"

"Nothing." Roy put away his pistol and instead drew his katana. "Wish I still had my shield." Jack coughed. "I wish, too. I wish for a plane. Get the hell out of here." Another branch smacked Jack in the face. He growled and shoved it out of the way. It whipped back and hit Roy. "Fuck," he muttered, pushing it to the side. Jack couldn't help but chuckle as he continued down the bank. After a while, the two stumbled onto a dirt road. It was minutes before Jack spoke: "Do you remember how to get back?" Roy went pale. "I thought you did." Jack facepalmed at his own stupidity. They had forgotten where they left their friends. They even forgot to point out landmarks. Even if they had, though, it still wouldn't have mattered. The forest was a maze of trees, sometimes rendering a path completely inaccessible. Not even a compass could get you out of that forest, even if you knew where to go. Jack sighed and shrugged. "Not point in going back now. Let's try to find something." They continued down the road, shaking their heads.

Meeting no infected of any kind, the two kept close together, not daring to separate in the maze of trees. After a few minutes of walking and pointing their gun barrels at the smallest noise, Roy pointed down the road. "I see a light. Looks like a cabin." Jack followed Roy's finger and confirmed his thoughts. They walked up to the house slowly, wary of any danger. It was indeed a small wooden cabin, worn down and weathered from the years. The windows had been barred and shattered, but a faint light could be seen from inside. The light Roy had seen was a spotlight mounted on the roof. Jack scanned the cabin and spotted the bright red door. "A safehouse," the two muttered simultaneously. Jack banged on the door. After a few moments, the door opened a crack and the barrel of a shotgun was shoved into Jack's face. "Como te amos?" asked the man on the other side of the door. Jack turned to Roy, who shrugged. "I don't speak Spanish." Jack nodded. "I got this. Senor, si habla ingles. No habla espanol."

"Ingles?"

"Si, si. Ingles."

"Si, I speak English. Who are you, Gringo?" Jack sighed with relief. "We mean you no harm. My name is Jack Miller, and my friend here is Roy Williams. We've come from further down the road, and we have a large group of injured people. We need help. Please, sir. Can you help us?" The door opened slowly, and the shotgun was lowered. "It is nice to see a living human again. Please, come inside and eat first. Then we will help your amigos." Jack nodded, smiling. "Gracias, senor." Jack waved to Roy. "Come on." The two ventured inside and were greeted by a middle-aged Mexican couple. The man set down his shotgun and shook Jack's hand. "My name is Juan Gonzales. This is my wife, Maria." Maria waved shyly to Jack and Roy. Jack nodded and sat down at the table. "Thank you Juan, for letting us in. For a second there, I thought you were going to shoot me." Juan chuckled. "Maybe I would've, Gringo. Maria, prepare these men some food. They look half-starved to death." Maria smiled and went to cook some soup. Jack took a second to look Juan over. Short black hair, tan cowboy hat, blue denim jacket, cargo pants, a white shirt, and some work boots. No moustache or beard. But even with his clean cuts, his face told his real age. Worry wrinkles on his forehead, bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. The look in his eyes told him that he had seen a lot of things that he shouldn't have. Jack looked over Maria. She seemed a little younger than Juan. She wore a jacket identical to Juan's, a brown t-shirt that had formerly been white, blue jeans, and a pair of sneakers. Her long black hair had been pulled back into a ponytail. Jack turned back to Juan. "So how did you end up here? The zombies chase you down the road?"

"Close enough. They chased us over a cliff. We walked here." Juan whistled. "I'd like to hear that story. Tell me, Jack."

"It's a long story."

"We have time."

So Jack told him everything, from the time he had met his group to the time they had made their final stand on the waterfall. At times, Juan would shake his head in disbelief. Roy would also interrupt to correct Jack or to add something to the story. When Maria brought the soup, Jack paused only to take a sip. Three hours had passed when he was done telling the story. Juan sighed. "You have been through a lot, my friend. I'm surprised you haven't gone insane. I'll tell you what. You and your friend stay here and rest. Let Maria take care of you. I know where the waterfall is. Let me take the truck and go find your friends." Jack raised an eyebrow. "A truck?" Juan smiled. "Military. I 'borrowed' it from a CEDA convoy. Big enough to hold your whole group." Jack nodded. "Okay then. You need any weapons?"

"I have my own. Just make sure to open the door for me when I get back, okay?" Juan chuckled and kissed Maria goodbye, picking up his shotgun and heading outside. Roy sighed. "He's a good man. Took us in, then offered something like this. At least someone cares about us." Jack nodded.

"Yeah. I wonder why, though."

A/N: I'm working on the video guys, so don't ask anymore. Or don't start asking. It takes more than just one day, you know. Kick-ass intro, though.