THE MOST UNLIKELY OF FRIENDS CH.4
Disclaimer: I do not own Left 4 Dead
POV CHANGE-ALEXANDER
As I and the other survivors, soaked in blood from our earlier encounter with a horde, continued on through the city.
We had just rested before in a safehouse, where Zoe had found a shotgun and some ammo. her backpack would be getting full soon, and we still needed to carry more for a group of three. We were beginning to run low on food and we hadn't even made it half of the way to mercy.
We were about an hour into our trek from the safe house before the first word was spoken by none other than Lazarus himself.
"We need find more storage." He stated, proud of his improving speech abilities.
It seemed that Zoe was in complete and utter agreement as she huffed and shifted the over-bearing weight on her back. Laz reached out and pulled on the handle of her tan bag, motioning for her to take it off.
She did as instructed and placed it in the hands of the ever so generous hunter who threw the pack onto his own shoulders. The pack was nothing to him, and he could give thanks to the infection for his amazing arm and leg strength.
We had come across a strange abandoned railroad station, with many of the trains still parked there. We slowly strolled into the yard, claws, weapons and tongue ready to strike. Laz had taken the front of our group, I the back and Zoe right in the middle.
We carefully checked each cargo car of the trains, hoping for any sort of supplies. But to no surprise they were all looted. We once came across a car covered in blood, and inside the blood was even worse, but what was most were the claw marks that had pierced the hull of the car, slicing through at least half an inch of metal. The glances we gave each other were enough to signal a 'get the hell out of here' mode.
We exited the car, not minding to close the door, and continued to the last of the few cars in the train yard. We approached them with a sinking feeling of dread that the whole journey had been for nothing.
That was when we heard shuffling from the last of the cars. We were immediately more alert, and ready for a fight.
"Zoe, go around the back, I'll get the front doors, and Laz go in through the access hatch on the top. Remember, do this quiet." I looked around, seeing the two nod I was satisfied and took my place at the front.
Laz pounced up to the top, quietly landing on all fours, while Zoe circled around to the other side.
I shouted "Now!" and the doors both burst open, a hunter falling in from the top.
We were greeted by a scream. A female scream. Laz was towering over something that was trying to push itself even deeper into the corner that it was trapped in. Zoe had her gun raised, and the small creature continued to whimper in its corner.
I walked over to the spot where Laz was standing and gently motioned him over to where I could see.
When I finally saw what we had found my eyes found themselves two times their normal size. it was a small girl, though she looked to be just out of her teens. Her skin was pale. Paler than that of any normal person's, but her hair was pitch black. A black that could suck you in like a void. She was quite beautiful actually, with her hair trailing down her shoulders. Her eyes were a pale blue that complimented her skin. I looked back to the group, who were still ready for a fight, and motioned for them to ease up on the weapons. They did as I asked and stared me down with a confused look.
I looked back to the girl, and put my hands up, slowly walking forward. I got close and squatted down to her height.
"Hi," I said, sticking out my hand and smiling, "my name is Alex"
She simply looked at my hand, and back to me, looking still just as scared. I withdrew my hand from her.
"Ok, well, um." I said, trying to find the right words, "These are my friends, Zoe and Laz, and we aren't gonna hurt you. Come on, get up now." I said, standing myself.
She seemed to relax, but just slightly. She slowly brought around her hands from where they were stuck behind her to push herself up.
That was when I saw her claws. They were definitely the claws of a witch, at at least five inches each. I visibly recoiled at the sudden realization that they had found yet another infected that seemed to be lucid.
She suddenly looked down at her claws, realizing her mistake she looked back up at me, fear creeping back into her features.
A terrified string of words poured from her lips, "Please don't hurt me, I swear I'm not gonna hurt you, I swear it, just please don't kill me!" She cried, so fast that i couldn't actually hear much of what she said, other than "please don't kill me"
I reeled at the thought, then remembered that to her, I was another survivor, out to kill all the infected.
"Hey, we aren't gonna kill you, look." I then rolled out my tongue, motioning Laz over to me.
I pulled my tongue back in as Laz came over. He removed his hood, revealing his golden eyes and grey skin, he then held out his hands, showing his claws.
I smiled, showing yet again that we meant no harm. I stood, watching as the expressions on her face changed from fear, to shock, to confusion. I gave a small chuckle at her confused expression. She looked kind of cute like that, her nose all scrunched up, her mouth slightly cracked open.
She slowly stood to her full height, which wasn't much to speak of. She was taller than the rest of the group, but she still barely reached my shoulders with the top of her head. She looked at Zoe and pointed.
"What type is she?" she asked, curiosity hidden in her smooth, rhythmic voice and almost grey eyes.
I responded, "She actually is a survivor. We're friends."
She looked me up and down, processing what I had said.
"Friends? With a human? Impossible. All they want to do is hurt us." She said, a defensive tone in her voice.
"No, she's nice really." I said, defending Zoe, but then she walked up to my side.
"Hi, I'm Zoe." She said with a smile, holding out her hand.
The witch looked from her hand to Zoe's, thinking.
"My claws will cut you. Aren't you scared of us, the infected, the things that could kill you at a moments notice?" She said, her eyes starting to tear up, her voice shaky.
Zoe looked at her and smiled, and gently placed her hand in hers, shaking it softly.
That was when the single tear rolled down her cheek, but she was smiling.
She turned to me, wiping at her face, still smiling.
"You were all very nice, but I guess this would be the time most people leave." She said, her mask of happiness faltering for a moment.
I thought about it and looked back at the group, who all looked saddened by her loneliness. I turned back to look at her.
"Not without you we aren't." I said, smiling at her.
She finally broke down, the tears flowing down her face freely, but they weren't tears of sadness or loss or pain or fear, They were tears of joy. I pulled her into my embrace and she buried her face as far into my chest as she could. And I let her, I didn't know about what she had done, or been through.
But no one deserves to be left behind.
Authors note: Hey guys! Hope you like my story so far! I fixed the first chapter and that weird spacing. But I also would love to hear from you guys, so if you have any tips or suggestions I would love to hear em' so just send me a message and we can talk!