Sorry I haven't been keeping up, I'll make sure to post more chapters quicker!

Life's just been a bitch to me, with school and parents, but I'm getting through!

When summer comes around, not only will I have more time to post, I'll also be working on something a little special... I have plenty of 3D Modeling and Design programs, including SolidWorks Pro and multiple Autodesk programs, and somewhere down the road I might make actual Katelyn and Jason reskins for L4D2!

I already have friends who are ready to voice them when the time comes as well :)

Enough talk, let's read a damn story!

Chapter 10: Burger Tank

"I'll anchor just off shore waitin' for ya," Virgil called out from the loudspeakers on his boat, "signal me when ya get th' gas!"

"There's not gonna be any gas, just watch," Nick mumbled, when he turned sharply back to the now-distant boat. "Oh, shit, the gun bag!"

~Katelyn~

Virgil - the boat driver - had told us he needed more gas to get us to New Orleans, and we stopped near a sugar mill where there was a gas station on the other side of. It was going to be easy, what with two fucking M60s Ellis picked up just before getting on the boat.

Except we somehow managed to leave said guns behind.

"Now what are we supposed to signal him with?!" Nick yelled as he and Francis let out a string of curses.

"Calm down," Ellis said, "Oh! Maybe we could use th' Burger Tank sign! It's got enough light for Virgil to see!"

"As well as every infected nearby," Coach quietly said, "but it might be our only shot. Let's go find some guns and get goin'."

I smiled to myself as my hands wrapped around my pistols. I knew something was going to happen to that bag, and kept my guns on me.

Jason screeched at us from inside the fast-food joint, a smile on his face, and we rushed in after him.

"I think we found us a couple guns," Louis said, as we all saw what got Jason so happy.

On the table was two hunting rifles, two Uzis, an assault rifle, three pump shotguns, an auto shotgun, two Desert Eagles, and quite a few pistols, pipe bombs, Molotovs, and bile bombs.

Beyond fucking jackpot.

Nick and Louis took the Uzis, Ellis and Zoey got the hunting rifles, Rochelle grabbed the assault rifle, Francis took the auto shotgun, while Coach and I grabbed a pump shotgun each. "We should probably save some things for when we come back," Coach said, "It might get a little ugly."

Distant thunder crackled not far from us, and Jason glanced around nervously, his eyes darting up at the sky. He seriously didn't forget what THUNDER was, right? "We should probably start moving," Nick said, already walking out the door. We followed close behind, using Jason as a guide around any nearby infected.

I stopped suddenly, getting everyone's attention. "Kate, what is it?" Rochelle questioned, but I held a hand up to silence her.

Something wasn't right.

"I hear something," I mumbled, listening to the sound, "something big."

"You must have super hearing, I can't hear shit," Nick said, continuing forward. "Nick!" I whisper-yelled, grabbing his shoulder. The heavy breathing I heard turned into growls.

"Just shut up!" I whispered to him, earning an annoyed glance. Jason was twitching nervously. He could hear it too. "Just stay behind me."

Everyone began to follow me as I listened for the giant. I could hear him clear as day, how nobody else did was beyond me.

"Holy shit!" Francis yelled, firing lead into the stomach of a long-necked female... prostitute zombie. She went down with a shriek, a green substance seeping out of her. It looked like extremely corrosive stomach acid, but it dissipated quickly.

The roars only got louder.

"Shit, Tank!" Nick yelled, pointing at the beast smashing through an RV. I fucking knew it!

This Tank was larger than other ones I've seen. Its large, meaty hands were practically made of scars, burns, and blood, and there were bullet holes all over its body. Its spine was exposed on its back, the flesh torn away from the incredible size of the muscle and rotted body, and probably from more than a few Hunters pouncing it.

This thing was HUGE!

"Don't stop shooting!" I cried out as Jason jumped on its back, working on the exposed spine. I wasn't paying much attention to anything other than landing shots on the mass of flesh, but I could tell the boy was having trouble. The spine must of been rock solid.

"Jason, jump off!" I yelled, now running at the Tank as he jumped away. Before the giant could smash his fist on me, I jumped up, swinging myself onto his back with his head, and I pulled out my pistols. Shoving both barrels into his exposed back, I unleashed 50 rounds of superheated .45 rounds into its spine (A P226 with .45 rounds, I knew it'd come in handy). The Tank fell after the guns clicked, the spine no longer intact. But I wasn't done.

"Katelyn, stop! It's dead!" I heard someone shout, but I didn't register it. The only thing I saw was this monster's back, and I started smashing a crowbar I picked up a while back into its body, blood splattering all over me. When someone finally pulled me off the Tank's body, I was in tears. "You bastards took him!" I yelled at the Tank uselessly, running up to it again and swinging at its head, decapitating it with one swing.

My dad was killed by one of those things. I found his body a few days after I recovered from my cold, and the Tank was close by. Last I saw, that Tank was in several pieces.

~Jason~

"Katelyn, stop!" Zoey cried out, "it's dead!"

I had to pull Kate off of the dead giant, and she almost immediately ran back to it and cut its head off with the crowbar. How that was possible, I don't know. "You bastards took him!" she cried out, tears flowing. Once I finally got her away from the giant, she completely broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

I sensed someone getting close to us, and let out a threatening growl, although I probably wasn't going to do anything. It'd only make things worse.

"Jason," Zoey said quietly, and I stopped. She knelt down next to Kate, who was still crying. "Leave me alone," she whimpered, but Zoey stayed by her side. "Kate, it's ok," she whispered, but Kate just got pissed off. "I already told you. Leave. Me. Alone," she growled at the college girl, glaring daggers at her as her grip on the crowbar tightened.

Zoey sighed, getting up. I heard Nick and Francis (mostly Nick) complaining about getting to a safe room before the storm hits, but I ignored them.

Kate's dad must have been killed by a giant... Is that why she was so angry at it?

"I'm... I'll be okay," Katelyn finally said, getting up. Ellis helped her to her feet while she retrieved her shotgun she dropped. I didn't leave her side once we got going again, and she'd periodically wipe a tear from her face or shudder at some memory.

That's all it took to break her down...