I'm alive, and finally here with a new chapter. I barely managed to beat this out of my muse, but I got it. I hope you can all forgive me for the wait, but with senior year and then signing up for my classes for my freshmen year of college. Plus my parents went on a short rampage about scholarships. This is a short chapter but it's mostly a filler chapter to kick-start my muse back into the L4D/Prototype fandom. Well I'll stop rambling, I hope you enjoy the chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Prototype or Left 4 Dead.
Chapter Six: No Mercy Part 3, Preparing for the Next Night
Zoey groaned as she was shaken awake by one of the other survivors, and slowly sat up. She looked to see that Louis was currently moving to wake the others, starting with Alex. The professor's bandages needed to be changed soon, so she removed the last of the medical supplies from her first aid kit, vaguely noting that there were replacements on a nearby table.
"Hey Alex, get up." the African American whispered, nudging the virus' shoulder gently, there was no need to aggravate the man's wounds, "We need to get moving soon."
Ice blue eyes snapped open and BLACKLIGHT quickly shot up into a defensive stance, only to relax when he realized that it was one of his companions. "Need help waking the others?" the sentient virus asked, rolling his shoulders.
"I got it. Right now we need to change those bandages." the store manager replied, "We can't let those wounds get infected. Especially since this outbreak is almost as contagious as that virus in New York."
"Yeah." Mercer mentally frowned at the reminder of New York, he still remembered when Dana was kidnapped by that hunter. He took a seat on a nearby stool, and began unwrapping the bandages around his torso, mentally relieved that he didn't heal himself in his sleep. He knew that it was best to keep a low profile, especially since Bill was an ex-solder, who may have knowledge on the BLACKLIGHT outbreak.
"How does it look?" Francis asked, he may not trust the guy but he was a good shot and that was all that he cared about.
"It's not swollen, and the skin around the wound is normally colored, so I should be fine." Alex explained, carefully wrapping his torso with the bandages Zoey had gotten out. His sensitive ears were picking up the cries of the infected as he tended to unnecessary wounds, and me made a mental note to be wary about being injured. He knew that taking a fatal blow and shaking it off like it was nothing was bound to get him a bullet in his head, even if it was nothing serious for him.
'Let's see, these things are more intelligent than the infected in New York, added to the fact that they have several different mutations when compared to the hunters and hydras.' he mentally mused, 'The normal infected are pretty easy to take out, it's the variant mutations that are dangerous, those Tanks are a pain with powers, and even worse without them. Witches seem to target me for some reason, while I'm too heavy for a single Smoker to drag off. Boomers are a mild annoyance since their bile attracts the infected, and they explode when killed, splattering everything nearby in bile. Hunters, while not as powerful as Elizabeth Greene's version, they are fatal to a lone survivor. I just hope Cross got Dana to safety, she's still suffering from whatever variant of REDLIGHT she was infected with, though Ragland did manage to create a suppressant for BLACKLIGHT and it's mutations.'
"What's on your mind?" Bill asked, looking over a file he found on one of the desks.
"I'm comparing this outbreak with the one in New York." the virus explained, "But there are too many deviances for the two viruses to be connected. The mutations in the infected here are completely different than the ones that occurred in New York. Plus the special infected seem to have a higher intelligence than any of the rest of these… zombies."
"How exactly do you know all this?" Francis questioned, eyes narrowed.
"I… lived in New York during the outbreak." BLACKLIGHT explained, "I saw the infected there. They seemed to have a hive mind, these things we're encountering are pure instinct."
"Must have been horrible." Louis frowned.
"This is worse." the sentient virus added, "Things here don't add up, last time I saw Cross, he said he believed that this was a mutation of BLACKLIGHT."
"BLACKLIGHT?" the veteran repeated, "That's odd."
"What is?" Zoey asked.
"I found a file awhile back, before I met up with the rest of you about that virus." the ex-soldier explained.
"What exactly did it discuss?" Alex frowned.
"Symptoms."
Relief flooded the virus' mind, at least he didn't have to worry about Bill exposing him for being a sentient virus. 'That would make an interesting conversation.' he mentally laughed, 'After all, it's not everyday you fight alongside a intelligent virus.'
"Francis, did you change those bandages yet?" the African American asked, noticing that the biker's bandages were completely soaked through with blood.
"No."
/end of chapter/
I did it, I finished a new chapter. Sorry it's so short, but I'm still fighting off the remains of my writer's block. But I'm sure that soon I'll be updating regularly.
I'm wanting your guys opinion on something though. I'm planning on making a oneshot collection on all the ways Alex can be found out to be the BLACKLIGHT virus. I'm asking for ideas for it, so don't hesitate to give them to me. Thanks for reading, and please review.
