I'm back! Yay. Hehe.
Disclaimer;;
I do not own Valve, Left 4 Dead one or two, Ellis, Rochelle, Nick, Coach, Zoey, Louis or Francis. Only Kylie and any other small OCs. Continue on.
Kylie slowly woke up, it was still fairly dark out; the sky a greyish blue.
"Ellis?" She mumbled, the figure jumped, his head snapped to where Kylie laid.
"Oh Jesus. Kylie yew just 'bout scared the livin' daylights right outta meh," Ellis laughed.
Kylie smiled through the darkness. "How long have you been up?"
"Uh. I dunno. Coach woke meh 'bout Midnight?" He replied sheepishly.
She frowned. "Why are you still up?"
"Well see. There's thus girl up there, and she's like really purdy." Ellis chuckled. Nervously, she noted.
"Awhhh. Ellis, that's so cute!" She giggled, "You should get some sleep though. You wanna kick some zombie ass to impress her, don't ya?"
Ellis nodded, he made sure Kylie was all set up and okay with taking watch before he fell asleep.
Silence. It always bothered Kylie. She stared out the window at the mindless Infected. She frowned, knowing they were once ... Human. As weird as it sounded to her. Her thoughts slowly drifted to her life before this mess happened.
"When are ya gonna move out ah here again?" Pa joked.
Kylie laughed, before giving off a goofy grin; relieving the dimples her Mama gave her.
"Puh-lease! You couldn't live without me. Who's gonna clean?" She playfully shot back. It was true though; who would clean the house? Cook Pa a home cooked meal?
Kylie's mother passed away when she was a little girl; just barely five. She swore she would get revenge on the man that took her away.
But, the legal system took care of that for her.
"Well what about moving in with Derrick?" Pa asked.
Derrick was Kylie's boyfriend - of two years. She smiled at the thought.
"I dunno ... are we that serious?" She replied. Sure; she and Derrick have talked about it.
"Well bring 'im over for dinner, we can all talk about it!" Pa exclaimed; making her laugh. She agreed.
Kylie smiled at herself in the mirror; her black waist length hair was curled perfectly, something that took her hours to do, her blue eyes were rimmed with kohl eyeliner, the look may sometimes look trashy on people, but with her it looked ... Innocent, almost.
She wore a white dress, which ended at her mid-thigh, it was almost the same color as her skin - that of which she laughed at.
"Well my little girl as grown up!" Pa smiled.
Kylie laughed, "Your little girl grew up three years ago,"
"I remember that day," Pa laughed, "You nearly scared me half to death runnin' down those stairs screaming 'It's my eighteenth birthday'!"
She smiled, rushing down the stairs when she heard the doorbell ring.
"Hold on lemme open it!" Pa pushed her aside softly.
Kylie peered at the open door behind his shoulder; frowning when she just saw some drunk.
She screamed as the drunk lunged itself at her father, taking a bite out of his neck.
She shoved him out the door before slamming it shut, locking it.
"Daddy! Are you okay?" She asked worriedly.
"Ow ... yeah baby girl. I'm fine, that sum of a bitch has a sharp pair of teeth though."
Kylie sighed in relief; a few minutes later Derrick showed up.
"Hi princess," He said giving her a small kiss.
She adored how she was his 'princess'. He was the best thing in her life; other then her Pa of course.
Pa coughed, harshly. Kylie looked up worriedly.
"Pa? Are you okay?" She touched his forehead, she quickly pulled it away.
"You're burning up!" Kylie exclaimed, "You need to go rest okay?"
Pa just grunted in response.
"Pa?" She asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.
He looked up at her; his normal blue eyes were now a milky yellow. He screeched at her.
Derrick quickly jumped up; pushing Kylie behind him.
He lunged at Derrick as Kylie let out another scream.
Whatever this ... thing was, it was definitely not her Pa.
She quickly ran towards the hall closet; swinging the door open and grabbing the shotgun her Pa kept incase of a break in.
Kylie switched the safety off before turning around. She came face to face with a now ... Infected version of her Pa and boyfriend.
"D-Daddy? Derrick?" She whimpered, they lunged at her.
She jumped out of the way, shooting at them.
She managed to shoot both of them; Derrick in the head, her Daddy in the chest.
"Sorry Daddy ... Double Tap," She whispered, before shooting him in the head.
She saw a little black box sticking out of Derrick's coat pocket; it almost looked like a ... She gasped, inside it was a diamond ring. Was Derrick going to purpose? Kylie whimpered, before shoving the ring into her own coat pocket.
Tears streamed down Kylie's cheeks as she ran out the door. She was a monster.
"Sweetheart? Stop crying." A rude voice snapped Kylie out of her thoughts.
Her head snapped in the direction of the voice; she already knew who it belonged to. Nick.
She frowned; before her face twisted into a scowl.
"Shut up," She snapped, her hand flying up to where the ring lay around her neck, tied to a piece of string.
"Ooh, was little Kylie married?" He sneered. "You look a little young sweetheart."
Something inside her snapped; she lunged at him, punching him in the face. That was definitely gonna leave a bruise. A black eye maybe?
The noise woke up Coach and Rochelle, Coach quickly pulled apart the two, while Rochelle held Kylie back from pouncing on him again.
"That bitch is insane! She tried to kill me!" Nick yelled, waking up Ellis.
"He fucking deserved it," She mumbled, pulled her arm away from Rochelle.
"Wha-what happened?" Ellis groaned, rubbing his tired eyes.
Coach sighed, "Kylie punched Nick," Ellis held back a laugh.
"Why?" Ellis asked.
"Because he's a dick! He deserved it!" She snapped,
"What did you do Nick?" Rochelle asked, glaring at him.
"I just said that she was married!" He threw his arms up in defense, before checking his eye through the cracked mirror that hung on the wall.
"You were married?" Rochelle asked in disbelief.
Kylie shook her head sadly, choking back a sob. "He didn't get the chance,"
The rest of the group looked at her through sad eyes - even Nick.
"I did deserve to get punched," He chuckled bitterly, obviously still pissed off.
"Wasn't there only four of you?" A brunette asked.
Kylie watched as Ellis looked at her as if she was a Goddess or something. She smiled - remembering that feeling.
"Yeah, we picked up another one on the way, you'll still lower the bridge right?" Coach asked.
"Yeah! It's fine," A bald dark-skinned man said.
"We didn't see you on the other side," Rochelle pointed out.
"Yeah, see my leg is messed up. But I can still shoot that big gun up there! I'm Louis, by the way." He said.
"I'm just happy that we aren't the only two girls left," The brunette laughed.
Kylie smiled, "I'm Kylie,"
"Zoey, that's Francis," Zoey said. She snickered, "What happened to Cornell Sanders?"
"He was being a asshole. So I punched him," Kylie replied, covering her own mouth to let out a small laugh.
"Okay well just fill the generator up and we'll lower the bridge." Francis said.
"I guess they'll help, right? First we fill up Jimmy Gibbs' car with gas, now a generator. What next? Don't answer that, Ellis," Nick grumbled.
"We should go in groups if two," Coach boomed.
"One person is gonna have to stay behind." Rochelle added.
"I'll stay behind!" Kylie chirped.
The rest of the group nervously stared at her; "Are you sure?" Rochelle asked.
She nodded, "I have those three anyway." Her gaze flickered to the three survivors, before giving her group a reassuring smile.
The rest nodded before splitting into two groups; Kylie grabbed Ellis betore he ran off with Nick.
"I can see why you like her, she's really pretty. Kick some zombie ass for her," She mumbled, a goofy grin on her face.
Ellis returned the smile before rushing off with Nick.
Kylie frowned at the lack of Infected, she wanted to kill some shit!
"It's ... peaceful, if that makes any since," She said to whomever was listening.
"Not a good sign." Zoey replied.
"What'd ya mean?"
"See zombies are like piranhas. They ain't to choosy about how they attack, you know?" Louis said.
Kylie nodded, lost.
"Point bein', you jump into a lake fulla piranhas, and you ain't getting attacked? Means there's a shark around here."
"A ... shark?" She mumbled, there were sharks? Zombie sharks?
"A Tank, you ever heard of one? Big gia- TANK!" Francis screamed.
Kylie picked up her rifle, staring at the giant, pink roid rage staring at her.
"Whatthefuckisthat?!" She yelled before a stream of curse words flowed out of her mouth; she ran from the ... Tank? She heard them call it.
"FuckfuckfuckgetitawayfromME!" She tripped.
The Tank picked her as if she was a feather, and threw her across the street. She moaned in pain; the air rushing out of her lungs.
Nick hurried over to her; swiftly picking her up. "Don't worry, I'll get your ass out of this mess,"
"That thing packs a punch," She groaned.
Nick chuckled, "Can you stand?"
"Uh I think s- okay no! Shit something's broken," Kylie cried.
He cursed loudly, "Get on my back."
"What? No!" She protested, acting like a stubborn two year old.
"Get on my fucking back," He growled; Kylie whined, giving in.
Nick ran off; Kylie holding on tightly, "Stay here, okay?"
"I can't really go anywhere," She said sarcastically, rolling her blue orbs.
Nick growled again, before closing the closet door; shutting Kylie into suffocating darkness.
Kylie heard her fellow survivors yell, along with the roars of the Tank, she held her breath, hearing the low growl of a Hunter. Did it know where she was?
Please don't find me; she prayed, holding the 9mm she had strapped to her thigh. Where was her rifle? She must've dropped it when the Tank threw her. She shuddered in pain; she couldn't stand on her left leg, was it broken? Hopefully it's just bruised, or something.
"Kylie?" Someone whispered, she couldn't make out who it was; but it was male.
"Kylie? Are yew here?" The voice said a little louder; she sighed in relief, "I'm in the closet, Ellis."
The door opened, light spilled into the tiny closet. Kylie hissed, snapping her eyes close. Ellis chuckled, "Come on now, the bridge is gon' get lowered. It'll attract a horde,"
"I ... uhm, can't walk ..." She trailed off, Ellis nodded, picking her up bridal-style; they quickly rushed through the street, Kylie gasping when they got to the car. "You're driving Jimmy freakin' Gibbs Jr.'s Stockcar?!"
Coach and Ellis chuckled, "I know! Oh mah God it's the best thing ever!" Ellis exclaimed.
The seating was ... rather awkward, being as the car was so small. Ellis was in the drivers seat, Coach in the passengers seat, Nick sat in the middle of the backseat, Rochelle on the left of him, Kylie on the right.
Sadly, none of them could fix Kylie's injuries, since they had no time.
"Bye guys! I'll never forget you!" Ellis yelled; mainly to Zoey.
"Think we should've told them?" Louis asked
"No ... They'll find out themselves." Zoey answered plainly; watching the car speed of onto the distance.
High five for Zombieland rule?
Uh oh. What did Louis and Zoey mean?
