The helicopter's propellers whirred loudly as the vehicle flew through the seemly abandoned city. Louis rubbed his blood shot eyes with his dirty fist. He repeatedly blinked, trying to stay awake. The ride had been mostly quiet, until the pilot began coughing unexpectedly and repeatedly.
Louis had asked him if he was okay, but the pilot just waved him off. He became silent afterward. A few minutes went by before Louis decided to speak again, and when he did, it was to his teammate. He looked over to Bill, who had finally lit the cigarette that had been in his mouth for a while.
He dropped the lighter beside him before placing the cigarette between his lips. Bill inhaled deeply before letting out a cloud of smoke from between his lips. Removing the cigarette from his mouth, he let out loud, hoarse coughs. The young man watched him with concerned eyes.
He was going to tell him that, "Years of chain smoking is bad for your health," but when Louis remembered how badly the last discussion had ended, he decided to keep his mouth shut.
If Bill wants to be stubborn, then so be it. He'll have to deal with the consequences whether he wants to or not, he thought.
As if he heard him, the veteran turned his head sharply toward him, narrowing his beady eyes. Louis shook his head as he placed his hand on the empty seat beside him. Bill slowly turned away, his eyes still narrowed. The pilot suddenly let out loud gagging sounds.
His skin had paled as perspiration was beading down his face. He stared out the windshield with glazed eyes and a grim expression on his face.
"Guys, I'm not feeling too well..." the pilot began.
He gagged again, but this time, it sounded like he was about to hurl. He quickly placed his gloved hand on his mouth, trying hold back the vomit that was tickling at his throat. After a moment, the pilot managed to swallow it back down. He panted a few times before continuing.
"I'd gotten bitten... by one of the survivors... on my last street pick-up."
Both survivors' eyes widened in horror, knowing that he will become an infected. It was only a matter of time before he would fully turned into a "zombie," so Bill and Louis would have to take him out before he could make the full transformation. If they do kill him, then they would lose the only person who knew how to properly operate the helicopter, which, in turn, would cause the helicopter to crash. Little did they know, their nightmare was far from over.
Hours had passed since Bill and his "kidnapper" had escaped in the helicopter. The Witch had been searching around for them. So far, she was having no luck. Tears began to fill her eyes as she thought that, this time, she may never see him again.
The Witch looked around. Cars were either piled up in a huge barricade or turned over. Blood dripped off the broken glass of some of the windows. A few corpses laid strewn about.
The storm had ended an hour ago. Most of the clouds departed, which allowed the moonlight to shine down into the darkened city. The infected individuals, mostly common infected, stood around, were sitting on the pavement, or roamed about. None of the individuals were the person the Witch wanted to see.
She continued to wander down the street, walking pass the chaos that surrounded her. The infected woman suddenly stopped walking when she'd spotted a downed helicopter ahead. The vehicle was reduced to nothing more than burning metal. Billow of smoke rose into the night sky.
The Witch wondered if this was the same helicopter she'd seen earlier. Becoming curious, she began to approach the vehicle. As she drew nearer, she noticed a pile of ammunition and two types of weapons; one was a submachine gun and the other was a pump shotgun. The Witch repeatedly blinked as she stared at the weapons.
Were any of these weapons the one Bill was using? The Witch tried to remember. A propeller suddenly fell off the top of the helicopter and broke in half upon contact with the ground. The loud THUD! startled her.
When she had calmed down, she began to think what could've happened to her precious elder. Did Bill die in the crash, or, as the Witch was hoping, did he escape? If so, where did he go? There was only one way to find out.
The infected female turned back toward the helicopter. She was wondering if she should check the vehicle and see if his corpse was there. After a moment, she decided to check the helicopter. The Witch took a step toward it.
Suddenly, at the corner of her eye, she spotted a body. She immediately turned her head toward the corpse. The corpse was one of the many common infected, dressed as a police officer. He had a gunshot wound in between his eyes, which had crimson liquid streaming down his grey face.
There was only one object that could have made that wound: a gun. That wasn't the only thing that had caught the Witch's attention. Turning her head, she spotted several more corpses lying about with similar wounds. She blinked, remembering when she was still in that corridor back at the hospital.
The dead bodies were strewn about there in a similar fashion. Though, there were a few corpses in that hall before the survivors had arrived. One of the members of the group was none other than Bill, the man she's currently searching for.
That's when the infected female remembered the weapon he had. Bill had a M16. None of the weapons beside her were his weapon. The Witch turned back to the helicopter for a moment, before looking back at the corpses.
A light breeze blew, blowing a plastic bag pass her. Should the Witch check the burning helicopter to see if the veteran's corpse lied inside or she follow the trail of corpses? She thought about it. A moment later, she made her decision.
Meanwhile, the survivors were searching for a functional vehicle that was big and sturdy enough to plow through any barricades standing in their way as they attempt to escape the city. Also, its tank needed to be fill with gasoline, so they wouldn't have to make a stop at any gas station for a while. So far, the vehicles they'd been seeing were completely totaled. The survivors continued to travel through the city on foot.
They haven't seen another person in a while, at least, a person who wasn't infected. In the last few hours, they encountered hordes of common infected, along with some special infected. The recently killed special infected was a tank, which nearly took out the entire team. The survivors had lost a lot of health and ammunition during the fight, so most of them had switched to their pistols and were limping.
Francis, on the other hand, was still equipping his pump shotgun, but was still hurt from the attack. Besides a few common infected roaming around, which the survivors easily took out, the city had been awfully quiet. The humans didn't know whether to take the silence as being peaceful or not, especially when a loud sob suddenly rang through the air.
It was coming from somewhere in the truck yard they had entered. Bill, having the most health in his team, held his submachine gun with one hand while signaling his teammates to stop walking with the other.
"Y'hear that? That's a witch," he said quietly. "Shut off those lights."
His teammates paused.
I thought we left her back at Mercy, Bill thought, crouching. How did she get here so fast? And how the hell did she know where we were heading?
The war veteran, with both hands now on his weapon, proceeded forward, still crouched. He pointed his submachine gun in every direction as he walked. He was trying to spot the witch, and figure out how he and his team could avoid her. Louis turned to his right.
That's when he spotted a glowing, red form in front of a truck's container.
"WITCH!" he yelled, pointing at the form.
The witch was wiping her face with the back of her hand while loudly sobbing. Bill stood up, then spun around to face the younger survivor, narrowing his eyes at him for being so loud.
"Look!" Zoey pointed. "She's sitting in front of the only path through this truck yard."
Francis turned his head toward her. "What ya mean by that? Can't we just go around her or something?" he asked, a bit confused.
Before Zoey could reply, Louis spoke up.
"Nope. According to how this level was designed and programmed, we can only go through that container," he explained, "unless you wanna glitch through the level, which may cause damage to your copy of Left 4 Dead."
His explanation confused the "hell" out of his teammates, especially Bill. Silence immediately fell between the survivors. A few moments went by before a sound, other than the witch's sobbing, filled the air. It was immediately followed by a series of more sounds, which the survivors quickly recognized as angry shouts.
They knew all too well what was coming: a horde!
"INCOMING!" Francis yelled.
The survivors knew they couldn't really take on the horde in their current condition, but the witch was blocking the only other exit, so they couldn't escape. They knew they had only one option left; the survivors had to sacrifice one of their own, so the rest can limp to safety. They didn't have enough time to plan, so they had to decide quickly. As they huddled together, talking among themselves, the horde arrived.
Zoey was the first to notice them. She spun around, pointed at the approaching horde, and then yelled, "Here they come!"
The men turned around in unison. Like in any other horde they'd encountered, there were a hunter, a smoker and a boomer following in suit. Within a moment, the four survivors were surrounded by the citizens that had succumbed to the "Green Flu." All the survivors could do was to shoot, shove, and hope for the best as they took on the horde.
The hunter was determined to break up the small group. It crawled behind a turned over truck, then stopped when it reached the end of the trailer. The hunter watched, waiting for the right opportunity to pounce. From behind another truck, the boomer emerged.
It approached the survivors, letting out a loud groan. Louis, who was the closest survivor to the infected, whirled around. In that same moment, the boomer opened its mouth and let out yellowish-green bile. The entire team got covered in it, which in turn, attracted more infected.
Louis, now shooting blindly, managed to kill the boomer. BOOM! The explosion splattered the infected's blood and remaining bile onto the survivors, and caused them to stumbled back. Unfortunately for Zoey, she had bumped into another infected. The infected wasn't part of the horde.
Hearing the familiar female groan, Zoey realized who she had bumped into. As she spun around to try to confirm her thought - although, her eyes were still covered in boomer bile - the witch stood up, preparing to attack. Her eyes filled with rage and hatred for the female in front of her. In that same moment, the three male Survivors knew what was about to happen.
They turned toward the two females. Francis pointed his weapon in the direction where he believed the witch's groans were coming from and yelled, "RUN!"
Before Zoey could move, the witch shrieked, then struck her. The former college student didn't have the chance to let out a scream before the nails sliced through her body. She fell lifelessly to the ground. Her weapon clattered on the pavement beside her.
"Zoey, NO!" Louis cried.
Francis had shoved away the hunter as it tried to pounce him. The witch looked around the yard, terrified, as blood dripped off her nails before covering her ears. She started to run. She didn't get far, for she had run into the biker, which caused him to stumble back.
Francis bumped into the hunter, who'd stumbled back. It then bumped into Louis, who stumbled back and bumped into Bill. The elder stumbled back and bumped into the smoker he was fighting. The smoker stumbled back, bumping into a common infected, which caused a chain reaction of infected bumping into one another.
The witch, meanwhile, ran off, screaming. When the remaining survivors regained their balance, they finished off the horde. Louis glared at Francis as he reloaded his pistol. The brunet didn't notice his teammate's glare.
They were officially out of ammo for their primary weapons. Bill wiped the remaining bile off his face when he noticed Zoey's corpse.
"Aw, Christ; she's dead," he said sadly.
Francis was about to make a remark, when Louis spoke.
"Guys, we can go through this container now." He gestured toward the empty truck container.
The two men began heading toward the container. Bill, on the other hand, stood back. There was one thing that's been tugging at his mind since the boomer attack.
"Guys, where's the witch?" he asked.
Louis stopped walking upon hearing that. Francis ignored them as he exited from the other side of the truck container. The youngest, living survivor turned back to Bill.
"She's gone," he replied. His facial expression changed. "Why do you want to know?"
Bill groaned as he limped toward the container. He didn't reply for a long moment.
"Nothing," he muttered.
They became silent after that. A moment later, the two survivors caught up to Francis, who had found a first aid kit. Just as they expected, he had used it on himself. He also found an automatic shotgun, which he was currently equipping.
Beside the biker were two shotguns. One was another auto shotgun, while the other was his pump shotgun. Both Bill and Louis equipped an auto shotgun. As the survivors continued going through the yard, Bill wondered why the witch didn't notice him.
I thought I was the one she was after, he thought, as he and the Junior Systems Analyst trailed behind Francis; he was far ahead of them. Did she really run away after killing Zoey or is she hiding around?
Bill didn't know why the witch didn't get him while she still had chance. He was covered in bile, which temporarily blinded him, making it nearly impossible for him to run away from her. As the survivors entered a highway outside of the truck yard, another thought struck him.
Maybe that wasn't the same witch. Bill didn't know that his thought was correct and that he was going to see the other witch soon; whether he wanted to or not.
The Witch was thinking about giving up. For a while, all she found were bodies of infected, until recently, where they seemed to have vanished. That was her only trail to finding Bill. Now, she had no way to find him.
Earlier that night, another witch had run pass her. From the glimpse of what she saw of her, the other witch had covered her ears with her arms as she ran. She had let out several screams before disappearing from view. The Witch hoped her fellow brethren hadn't done anything to her Bill.
If she'd left even one scratch on the veteran, the Witch would go look for her, and if she found her, then she would rip her to shreds. Now, she had found herself inside of a truck yard. At first, all the Witch saw were abandoned trucks, but as she went deeper into the yard, she saw something that had given her a little hope. In front of a pile of dead common infected, she saw the corpse of Zoey.
The Witch was pleased to see her dead, remembering how she and Bill fled while she fought off the horde back at the hospital. She forgot that a tank had killed Zoey then. The infected female examined the corpse. Zoey had been slashed by long, claw-like nails, which were very similar to hers.
There was only one person the Witch knew who could have killed her like that: another witch. Did that other witch kill Zoey? This witch didn't have long to think about that. Suddenly, she heard gunshots.
She looked up from the body, eyes widening. Gunshots mean survivors, and survivors mean there was a possibility that Bill was with them, fighting alongside. That is, unless he really did die in the helicopter crash. There was only one way to find out.
She must locate the survivors. The Witch looked around for them, listening out for more gunshots. Sure enough, more gunshots filled the air. The infected realized where the shots were coming from.
She headed in that direction. She immediately picked up her speed. The Witch had to see if Bill was there. If he wasn't there, she'll, at least, know to go look elsewhere. As she reached the highway outside of the truck yard, she noticed a horde of infected.
Some of the infected were climbing over a barb wired fence, which a truck had crashed through that had created a huge hole. The others were climbing on said truck, following the rest into another yard of trucks. The Witch believed they were heading toward the survivors. She didn't realized how right she was.
Three survivors of the four-man group were crouching in front of a bus, shooting and shoving away infected. Francis assisted them from atop of said bus. Bill had rescued Zoey from a Hero's Closet... again. The survivors had found a pile of ammo, four med packs, and better weapons.
Everyone, except for Francis, had healed themselves with the packs. The biker carried the spare pack on his back. He and Louis kept their shotguns, while Bill swapped his out for a M16. Zoey equipped a hunting rifle, though effective when shooting at long range, was probably the worst weapon to have in any zombie apocalypse.
When they had first entered the yard, they didn't find anyone there to rescue them as they expected. The humans did, however, found the right type of vehicle for them to get out of city with. It was a truck. If they were lucky, it'll function normally, and have some gasoline in its tank.
Hopefully, it would be enough to get them out of there. The only problem they were having was the generator, which powered the lift, kept threatening to shut off. It'd shut off once, and Francis almost didn't get it to turn back on. He had gotten attacked by a smoker while he fumbled with the generator.
Despite that, the generator had turned back on, and he was saved from the infected. Before that had happened, the survivors fought the first horde, which was followed by a tank. Although they did much better during the attack, the infected didn't die without leaving a mark on one of the immune.
That immune was in need of first aid, until Francis reluctantly healed them. Now, the survivors were finishing off the remains of the second horde. As the last infected dropped dead, they went back over to the pile of ammo. As they collected more ammo, a thunderous roar pierced the night sky, startling them.
The ground soon shook violently, as if a sink hole was opening up or an earthquake was beginning to happen. The survivors knew all too well what was causing that.
"TANK!" Bill hollered as the muscular infected emerged from behind a vehicle.
The group immediately opened fire on the tank.
The Witch, meanwhile, had been watching them from behind the same bus Francis had stood on earlier. Her eyes widened in horror when she realized Bill was the tank's target. When she had first arrived, she didn't recognize who the survivors were. After watching them fight off the horde and hearing their shouts, she immediately knew who they were.
The eldest of the group was none other than her object of affection, William "Bill" Overbeck. She recognized the other three as his "kidnappers." The Witch thought she had killed the biker, while the female was murdered by the other witch. How did they come back to life?
She didn't know they'd respawn in a Hero's Closet, and had been "rescued" by either Bill, Louis, or one another. When the Witch heard Bill holler, "TANK!" her heart fluttered. It had been a while since she heard his voice, so when she did, it was like music to her ears. Suddenly, the infected female heard a cry of pain.
The cry came from Bill, which was immediately followed by a cheer. The voice sounded awfully familiar to her. The tank; how did she forget? The Witch emerged from her spot.
She knew now it was time to save Bill. The Witch took off, running after the tank.
The war veteran was backing away from the infected, shooting it in its face. It didn't even flinched from the shots.
The creature was gaining on him. Zoey, Louis, and Francis were shooting it from behind, as they gave chase. Suddenly, they heard a shriek. Louis was the first to notice a witch.
His face twisted into confusion. A witch? I thought she ran off? he thought, reloading his shotgun.
Zoey and Francis saw her run pass them at the same time. They blinked in unison. Bill was the last one to notice the witch, and when he saw her, it took his attention off the tank. Bad idea. As the veteran stared at the approaching witch, the tank took this opportunity to attack.
The brawny infected struck him. The elder went flying like a rag doll through the air, letting out a scream. The other survivors' eyes widened in horror. The Witch, on the other hand, was filled with rage.
The tank cheered after sending the veteran flying. Its cheers were cut short when the Witch slashed its back. It let out a loud groan of pain before whirling around. The tank spotted the Witch and the rest of the survivors.
It growled before throwing a punch. The Witch had stepped on a puddle. Her foot slid, which caused her to unintentionally dodge the punch. However, she wasn't able to regain her balance, so she fell, letting out a cry.
The larger infected suddenly lost interest in her. It decided to go after one of the three survivors. It stepped over the Witch, barely missing her head with its foot. She let out a low growl as she rolled over.
As the Witch was standing back up, she heard a loud groan. She turned her head toward the sound. Bill, who had let out the groan, was back on his feet. He immediately began shooting the other infected from a distance.
He then decided to limp toward the tank. The Witch thought Bill shouldn't be fighting the tank in his current condition, but the other infected wasn't going after him anymore, so he should be fine. That is, until a hunter pounced him. The attack incapacitated him, even though it didn't last for long.
Suddenly, the hunter let out a shriek. Bill immediately equipped his pistols as the weight of the infected suddenly lifted. Its body flew lifelessly away. He looked up to see who his savior was.
His blood suddenly went cold as recognized who they were. The Witch stood over him with a wide, toothy grin on her face.
Bill's eyes widened in horror when he realized, The Witch finally got me. God dammit! How the hell am I supposed to get away now?
The emaciated female's eyes appeared to glow brighter as she practically drooled on him. Suddenly, a pipe bomb appeared as it hurtled through the air. It collided with her back. The Witch took a stumbling step forward, before whirling around.
She glared down at the pipe bomb, which fell onto the ground behind her. Its light blinked repeatedly as the bomb ticked loudly. Bill's eyes widened in horror, knowing what was about to happen.
"Son of a bit -"
BOOM! The explosion caused the Witch to stumble forward. Bill also took damage from the explosion. He narrowed his eyes at the form heading his way. He knew the form was a teammate.
Francis reached his teammate, then kneeled down. He ignored the elder's glare as he helped him to his feet. The Witch, meanwhile, had regained her balance. Her eyes burned with rage as she whirled around.
Francis had given Bill a bottle of pain pills he had found earlier as they headed away from her. That's when the Witch knew the biker had thrown the pipe bomb. He did that to kidnap her Bill again, she realized. Bill had chugged down the entire bottle as Zoey and Louis finished off the tank.
As its body collapsed, the lift had finally lowered the truck to the ground. At that same moment, the survivors heard the many shouts of another horde. It was followed by the roar of another tank. They knew now it was the time to get to that truck.
"Run! Get to the truck!" Francis yelled, pointing at the truck.
Zoey and Louis were already heading there. Unfortunately for Francis and Bill, they had more to worry about than the horde and the tank. A loud, deafening shriek rang through both of their ears. They both spun around in time to see the Witch charged after them.
She was ready to rip Francis to shreds. Bill knew it was too risky for them to stick together now that she was "pissed."
"Let's split up!" he yelled.
The brunet nodded as he somehow gained more speed. He headed in another direction. Bill stopped running, spun around, and then raised his weapon. At first, he thought the Witch was going after his teammate.
However, she kept going straight, heading right toward him. To make it worse, when he pulled the trigger, all he heard was a loud CLICK!
"Shit," he muttered.
The veteran had run out of ammo. He was about to check to see if he had a spare clip when he noticed the infected was now a few feet away. She raised her arm, then made a quick swinging motion toward him. At the last second, Bill rolled away from her, narrowly dodging the swing.
The Witch let out a frustrated growl as she ran. Bill rose to his feet, then brushed himself off as he headed toward the truck. The infected woman had skid to a complete stop before she could collide with a wall of the garage. She whirled around, her growls growing louder.
The sound of an engine startled her. The Witch turned toward the right. The truck's headlights shone brightly as Francis, who was sitting behind the wheel, began driving the vehicle forward. She knew now she had to get into that truck.
She gave chase. The truck's engine loudly roared as Francis drove the truck through the yard. Bill, Zoey, and Louis were inside the truck's opened trailer. There were two long benches on either wall.
Zoey and Louis moved over to the seats. The former college student let out a sigh of relief as she and the Junior Systems Analyst sat down. They dropped their weapons on the floor beside them. Bill remained standing, pointing his weapon outside of the truck as he looked around for any sudden movements.
When he didn't see any more infected, he slowly lowered his firearm. He let out a long whoosh of air. Suddenly, the Witch emerged from the left, startling him.
"AHHH!" he cried, falling onto his butt.
Bill's assault rifle flew from his hands. It smacked into the left wall, then slid down onto the ground. The Witch was running outside of the trailer, glaring at him. The war veteran's cry had caused his two teammates to jump.
Louis let out a loud gasp when he caught the sight of the infected.
Zoey cried, "WITCH," while pointing at her.
She and Louis simultaneously scooted toward the front of the truck. Bill's heart throbbed loudly in his chest as he watched the Witch grabbed the edge of the trailer with one hand. She then grabbed the other side before hoisting herself into the truck. She rose to her feet, gritting her teeth.
Bill began scooting back as the enraged infected took menacing steps toward him. His eyes darted around the area. He spotted his M16. The weapon was out of arm's length, even if he attempted to grab it.
He turned his head toward his teammates. The duo watched in horror as the Witch bent down, grabbed Bill's shirt and then began to pull him up.
"Shoot her!" he shouted as he turned back to her.
All he saw was her eyes, which glowed like burning embers. Louis and Zoey fumbled around for their weapons. Louis managed to snatch up Zoey's hunting rifle. He stood up, adjusting the firearm in his hands.
Bill felt like his eyes were going to pop out of his head as he stared up at the Witch. She pulled him closer to her. So close that their noses were touching. He wrapped his hands around her wrist, then tried to tug himself free from her grasp.
Louis' hands shook uncontrollably as he took aim. Zoey watched in horror while standing beside him. Francis hummed tunelessly as he drove through the city. He couldn't hear the commotion going on inside of the trailer because the truck's engine was drowning out the sounds.
Otherwise, he would have known what was going on behind him. Suddenly, a hunter leapt toward the windshield, earning itself a girlish scream from the biker. The hunter smacked onto the windshield, creating cracks in it. Francis slammed his foot down hard onto the accelerator.
He meant to hit the brakes. The truck picked up speed. The sudden changed in speed caused the infected to be thrown off the vehicle. The hunter shrieked as its body flew through the air.
Just as Louis pulled the trigger, he jerked forward. The rifle flew from his hands as he fell. Zoey, Bill, and the Witch also jerked toward the opened back of the trailer. The gunshot braised the elder's shoulder.
Bill cried out from the shot as he made contact with the floor. The Witch landed on top of him. A sound escaped her throat as Zoey hit the ground beside Louis. The truck roared down the road, plowing into anything that stood in its way.
A group of infected were roaming around the street, moaning. The sound of the truck angered them. They turned, then lunged at the vehicle with their hands balled into fists. They were determined to kill whoever was operating the truck.
They, however, never did. Instead, they were run over by the massive vehicle. All that was left of them were bloodied limps. The truck was leaving a trail of blood on the road, which could possibly attract more infected.
The Witch pulled her head up. Her hair had fallen into her face. As she brushed the hair away, Louis and Zoey began to move. The former moaned as he sat up.
The latter was looking around the area as she sat up. She noticed Bill laying on his back, his eyes closed tight. He held his shoulder with his hand as blood streamed down the wound. He let out groans as the Witch sat up.
She looked down at him. When she noticed his wound, she gasped loudly. The Witch recognized it was a gunshot wound. She knew that one of his "kidnappers" had shot him.
The Witch turned her head sharply toward his two teammates. Louis crawled around, reaching his hand for any weapon he could use. He immediately turned his head toward the infected as she began letting out low groans. She stood up, her groans growing louder.
The Witch raised her arms, preparing to attack him. The young man let out a silent cry as he scrambled to his feet. Bill sat up, still clutching his shoulder. His eyes opened at the sound of his teammate's cry.
He spun around. When he realized the Witch was going to attack Louis, the veteran reached his free hand into the gun holster on his thigh and pulled out his pistol. Louis began backing away as the Witch approached him. He frantically looked around.
He spotted his shotgun leaning against the bench. The bald man decided to go for it. Before he could make his move, the infected female swung her arm at him. Louis screamed before ducking.
Her arm went through the wall, creating a hole. The Witch let an angry cry as she tried pulling her arm free. Louis, meanwhile, dove onto the bench. He snatched up the shotgun, spun around, then stood.
Louis pointed his shotgun at her head as the Witch finally got her arm free. She whirled around just as he placed his finger on the trigger.
"Boom, headshot!" he cried.
Before Louis could pull the trigger, he was interrupted by the war veteran.
"Wait just a second, Louis," Bill began, back on his feet. He was still holding his bleeding shoulder with one hand as he held the pistol in the other. "...out of all the things you could have said, you chose to say that?"
"Uh, yeah," the younger survivor replied meekly. "Haven't you ever played Counter Strike? Best damn game ever made!"
The Witch cocked her head to the side, staring at him, confused by his statements. Bill was going to say, "Do I look like the type of person who plays those damn games," when the infected cried out in pain. He immediately whirled around. Zoey was crouched on the ground, pointing her hunting rifle at the Witch as smoke rose from the barrel.
A smile appeared on her face as she lowered her weapon, saying, "Nice shot, huh?"
None of her teammates replied. Instead, the Witch screamed. She quickly whirled around, her arms raised. The smile fell from her face as Zoey noticed the infected's glare.
Francis' heart had returned to its normal beating as he calmed down. His eyes moved over to the speedometer. When he saw the current speed, his eyes nearly bugged out.
"Shit, man! I gotta slow this truck down before we crash!" he hollered.
Francis took his foot off the accelerator. The truck began to slow down. Its tires squealed loudly. Ahead of the truck was a large, thick pile of crashed vehicles.
When the tattooed man caught sight of the vehicles, he screamed. They were going to crash! He swerved the truck to the right, trying to avoid collision. The truck went off the road and onto the grass.
Francis drove through the city's park, crushing picnic tables, knocking over benches and smashing through the playground. The truck exited the park, but not before destroying the men's restroom. The biker finally got the truck back on the road, and was now heading toward the city's limits. He let out a sigh of relief as the truck left the collision in its trail.
The truck was finally cruising at a normal speed. Francis didn't realize how much disruption he had caused, until Zoey poked her head in the area between his and the passenger seats. Her hair was dishelved. Her eyes were more moist than usual as if she was about to cry.
"W-we have to turn back around and help him," she cried. "Our teammate... he.. he.. fell out of the truck!"
Francis continued to stare down the road.
"What the hell are ya talkin' about?" he demanded.
Zoey swallowed hard before continuing. "The Witch.. sh-sh-she was going after me, but he tackled her, then..."
The older survivor turned around in his seat. "A witch? I thought we'd left her ass behind?" he asked, confused.
The brunette shook her head. Francis turned back around. She grabbed his shoulder.
"Please, Francis. You have to help him or he'll..." she trailed off.
Francis shrugged her hand off his shoulder. "We don't have much time. Besides, that's too risky," he said.
Zoey remained silent. Her other teammate sat on one of the benches, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a lighter. Apparently, the cigarette had been put out during the attack.
He clicked the lighter on, then lowered his face close enough, so the end of the cigarette would become lit by the flame. When the cigarette was lit, he placed the lighter back into his jacket. As he took a long drag, the younger survivor spun around.
"I don't think that is such a good idea, Bill," she said, her voice becoming more cracked with each word. "W-we already lost Louis; we don't wanna lose you, too!"
Bill ignored her as he removed the cigarette from his lips. He let out a long sigh. Zoey frowned upon realizing that.
Oh, God, Louis. I can't believe it, she thought, tears streaming down her face.
Meanwhile, the Witch and Louis had finally stopped rolling. She had managed to get on top of the Junior System analyst, even though he had tackled her. She didn't know it was him she was laying on. She was finally alone with her Sean Connery look-like, the infected female thought, smiling to herself.
Oh, the things she could do to him were endless. The Witch sat up, her eyes still closed. She imagined Bill's cheeks being big and rosy as he smiled up at her, nervously. When she opened her eyes, she didn't see Bill beneath her.
Instead, she saw Louis' terrified expression. Both of them screamed in unison, but for different reasons. She raised her arms high into the air, then began slashing his abdomen. Louis screamed, trying to push her off.
There was no use. He was too weak to take on the Witch. As the Witch was ripping out his guts, his vision began to blur. His arms dropped to his sides.
His eyes rolled to the back his head. Soon, the young man was the dead. The Witch stood up, then she let out a few loud pants as blood dripped off his nails. Louis' mangled corpse laid in between her legs.
She stared down the road where the truck had rode. Those other humans had escaped with her Bill... again, the Witch thought. Now they may never bond. She doesn't even know Connery doppelganger's name.
"AHHHHH!" she screamed.
Author's Note: Sorry for taking so long to update. I didn't know how I was going to bring the story back from the dead. Get it? 'Cause this is a Left 4 Dead story and there's zombies... Uh, never mind!
Yeah, anyway, I was going make this a T-rated story, but after what I'd wrote this chapter, I decided to change it back to an M. So, I hope you like it! And if you didn't, then.. well... I don't know.
I may just stop updating this story altogether (you may dislike the action toward the end. That scene first appeared in a dream I had recently). Anyway, click the review button below.