A/N This story will soon be coming to a close. I am halfway through chapter 11, and will be releasing it soon. When I have officially published the sequel, I will edit the last chapter and put the link for it in there. Of course, it'll probably be near the top of the Left 4 Dead archive, soooo...
For a few hours, we just sit there. It's nice, and quiet. I could imagine a bunch of other places that would be more comfortable and peaceful, but this will suffice. Sylvia has fallen asleep, but because of all the talk about us leaving has me thinking.
What will happen to us? I have a feeling we know enough about how to fight the other Special Infected, but what about feeding ourselves? At the thought of Sylvia and I dying of starvation, my grip on her tightens. Thoughts speed through my mind, about the tons of different ways we could die. My breaths become heavier heavier, until I realize I'm actually sweating. I shut my eyes. I concentrate my breathing to be calmer. When I open my eyes, Sylvia's looking up at me. She looks worried.
"What's up?" She asks. I shake my head.
"Nothing. I'm just... worried." At this, she sits up.
"Worried about what?" She asks, both concern and curiosity in he voice. I don't want her to be worried about this. If I tell her, she'd probably dwell on it. Then she'd be even more stressed than me. I lean my head back against the dumpster.
"You shouldn't know. I don't want you to." I tell her. Her face clearly shows hurt. She breaks free of my grasp.
"You don't think I can handle what you're worried about?" She asks, pain clear in her voice.
"Sylvia-"
"No! I'm not some immature kid who can't handle this, you know! And I-!" I cut her off by putting my hand on her cheek. I still have the freezing effect.
"Sylvia, I don't think you're immature. I know you're mature, but you probably couldn't handle the things I am thinking of. I love you, Sylvia. I don't want you to end up being that stressed. I don't want you to be hurt." I bring her forehead to touch mine, and I close my eyes.
"Nathan..." Is all she manages to say.
"I think we should go inside." I say. She nods. I take my hand away from her face, and stand. I offer her my hand, and she takes it. I put my arm around her shoulder.
"Hunter!" Someone shouts from behind me. I turn my head, and gasp. Right behind us is Jackson, the Smoker. I push Sylvia forward, and she knocks on the door. I run forward after her, but Jackson's tongue wraps around me. It tightly wraps itself around my arm before violently yaning me backwards. I am flung to the ground. I land flat on my skull and my vision goes black. I hear the door slide open, and a gasp. The door slides shut again, and Jackson lets out a cackle.
"Your friends seem to have abandoned you. Like mine abandoned me." He says in a sinister tone. I feel a hand on the back of my neck which lifts me up.
"Why did you decide that becoming human was so important, Hunter?" He asks, furiously.
"My name is Nathan." I say quietly, and dangerously. I swing my leg, and feel it make contact with his side. He groans quickly in pain, allowing me to slip free of his grasp. I can see, but very poorly. Everything is just grey, and distorted. I make a run for the direction I think the door is in. Another slide of the door, and a figure comes out. I hear a few gunshots, and then silence. I trip and fall forward and onto the tile floor of the safe house. Footsteps approach me, and the door shuts.
"He got away." Romeo says. I groan, and try to rise before collapsing. I feel hands on my shoulders and the floor beneath me move. I look up to see Dixie setting up a table in the other room. I drop my head again, and feel myself lifted and thrown on the table. I begin to fade in and out of consciousness. A single lamp hangs above my head, and Michelle's head suddenly appears.
"Michelle..." I say weakly.
"Shh, don't talk. It'll take up too much of your energy." She tells me. Michelle wipes the hair out of my forehead. She winces at the site of my forehead. What's wrong with my forehead? Is it bad? She lifts my head, and examines the back. After a few moments of looking, she carefully places it back on the table. I turn my head and see her hand, a blood covered glove on it. Is that... Mine?
"No..." I moan.
"Romeo! Get me some stitches! Sylvia I need some cloths and some chloroform!" She barks. I sputter.
"Chloroform?" I shout, worriedly. She rests my head again.
"It's the only thing we have that'll prevent any pain. Now quiet, I need silence to do this. I don't want to mess up." She says reassuringly Sylvia and Romeo come into view, both with what Michelle had ordered to bring her. She takes the cloth and bottle from Sylvia, and pours the content of the bottle into the cloth. Michelle looks into my eyes.
"Now stay still. It'll only cause more pain if you squirm." She instructs. I nod, a throbbing in my head pulsing over and over. I close my eyes and wait for the cloth. A few seconds later, I feel it pressed against my mouth, and I resist the urge to fight back. I only remember one thing before I pass out:
A muscle spasm and a scream.
A/N I don't have much to say here. Just send in some ideas if you have any, and make sure if you do they're not in the form of reviews. Private messages only, to prevent spoilers or anything along those lines.
So long, and thanks for all the fish.