Not One of Them
By Bling Bling Euro Necklace
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe
Disclaimer: I do not own Left 4 Dead. It is property of Valve. This is sort of based on a dream I had a while ago. Please review but no flames.
Chapter 4 – What Does It Say?
"Maybe we can find the cure on the way to the roof. One of these rooms has to have a clue!" Francis said as they ran through the halls of the hospital.
Mike smiled weakly. He liked Francis' enthusiasm, but he was sure that it was too late. Already, simple human things were getting difficult. He had to hide it from his comrades, however, if he wanted to live.
As they went from room to room, all that they could find were dead bodies. He followed Louis into a room blocked by yellow tape. A simple swipe with his claws and the yellow tape was merely confetti.
The two looked around. Mike saw what he recognised to be papers all over the walls. He squinted at them, blinked, and began to realise.
"Louis? What does it say? I – I can't read it. It might as well be Chinese," he growled.
Louis looked at the papers and his eyes widened. All around him on the wall was failure after failure. He saw one paper that was written in blood.
THERE IS NO CURE!
He shook his head.
"What does it say, Louis?"
Louis could not speak. He staggered back and shook his head.
"Louis? Is it something about someone you knew?"
Louis looked at him and nodded. Mike sat up on his haunches and took his hand.
"Don't worry, Louis. When we get to the roof, we'll be rescued and maybe they will have a cure for them."
Louis nodded and continued to walk forward. There was no way he could tell him. He only could hope that Mike would not find out.
"Hey! We found the elevator! We can get up to the roof this way!" Francis' voice bellowed.
Louis and Mike ran to the elevator. Mike crouched in the corner.
"Okay, we know that they hate noise so when I push the button, everyone prepare to fight," Bill growled.
Mike snarled and coiled up. He would fight side by side with them for they were going to get him to the cure.
"Smoker!"
BOOM!
Mike watched the cloud of spored as the smoker's head exploded. He shook his head. He needed to remind himself that they would never shoot him like this.
"Fire in the hole!"
Mike watched the pipe bomb fly overhead as the infected followed it. He prayed that he would never be that mindless. Limbs flew past them as the horde exploded.
DING!
The elevator door opened.
"That wasn't nearly as terrifying as I thought it would be," Zoey said.
They ran into the elevator. Mike looked up to see the hole in the roof.
"Guys, I'm going to go up there and make sure no one comes down into the elevator car. Don't shoot up."
They laughed and Mike leapt up into the hole. He crouched down and looked around as the elevator car rose. He squinted up at the ceiling and sniffed the air. Something was not right. There was a foul stench. He knew the smell, but he couldn't identify whether or not it was a threat. The car jolted to a stop.
"Okay, when the doors open, be careful. This section hasn't been finished and we're almost thirty stories up. If we get pushed off, it's certain death," Bill barked.
The doors opened to reveal a very large infected man. He had boils and blisters all over his body. It was the same one that Mike had encountered before. The one who-
"BLEAUGH!"
Mike watched in horror as they were covered in the creature's vomit. Bill shot at it and it exploded. The survivors ran out of the elevator car and away from Mike's sight.
"No! Come back! You'll be ripped apart!" Mike cried out as he leapt out of the elevator.
He landed on a support beam and looked out. He could smell the stench of the creature's vomit and felt his hunger grow. He jumped down onto the floor and crawled through the unfinished building. He saw the swarm of infected and knew that that was where the food- no - his friends were.
With a shriek, he leapt up into the air. He could see Zoey and Francis fighting off part of the swarm and Louis shakily aiming his gun at something on the ground. As he got close, he could see the intended target. It was another man in a hoodie. A hunter as they called him. And he was tearing up Bill!
Mike leapt at the hunter and knocked him off of Bill. He snarled and began to claw at him. The hunter fought back with nearly the same intensity. Mike growled and stared into the dark, squinting eyes of the beast. He was NOT like him.
Mike bit down on the hunter's throat. He growled and ripped his head off as the creature let out a gurgling noise.
Something snapped in Mike's infected brain and he smelled blood. It was warm and fresh and smelled delicious. He leapt in the direction of the smell and landed on something that he knew would satiate his hunger.
"Oh my God! Get him off! Get him off!"
He didn't care for the noise it was making. He needed to silence the meal. He looked down into it's eyes. The fear was intoxicating.
"YIPE!"
He was hit by a hard blunt object and knocked off of his meal. He had enough time to remember himself and grab onto the ledge before he could fall the thirty stories to the street. He attempted to pull himself up.
"Mike!" He heard Francis cry out.
"He's gone, Francis. And it wouldn't have done any good if we found him. There is no cure. I found the doctor's notes in one of the rooms. He would've completely turned anyway," Louis replied.
An anger boiled in Mike's body as he began to pull himself up. He would get those worthless humans for lying to him.
