Left 4 Dead: Gemini Strain.

Chapter X: My Dream Car! No Time to Celebrate – Russell

Russell spun the corner into the safe room/vault and threw himself into the crowd of zombies, disrupting them enough so that the squad could catch their breath. He quickly curled into a ball and covered his head as the zombies turned on him. After the pain of four or five hits he heard the sound of gun fire. He forced himself up and grabbed the handle of his gun, which was still slung across his back and, while twisting, pulled the trigger. A burst of fire knocked over a few of the undead, killed or stunned he didn't know, and as he fell he knocked down more.
"GRENADE!" Yelled a soldier, not a second later did an explosion rock the room. Russell scrambled to his feet and quickly snatched up his glasses that had fallen off. He looked around and assessed the damage, dust lingered in the doorway that zombies continued to stumble through; they were quickly taken down by gunfire.
"We have to get out of here!" Russell thought franticly. He readied his AUG-A1 in his right hand and picked up a duffle bag full of ammunition in his left.
"Guys let's get the dip up out this place!" He yelled as he slung the bag over his shoulder. He helped a soldier up and then waited for no reply; he sprinted out of the door.
Clear of the dust he rushed down the alleyway screaming at the top of his lungs, drawing the attention of the surrounding infected. Without a moment of humanly hesitation they rushed after him.
"Not the best idea!" Russell continued to run, gradually getting slower, he did all he could to keep them at bay. Blindly firing behind himself, knocking over trashcans, taking recklessly random turns, he did it all as it came into mind. He felt a thump on the duffle bag and stopped so suddenly he caught himself off guard. Without thinking he sprayed the area in front of him, once again emptying his gun's cartridge. Eight zombies fell over dead.
Before he could catch his breath another one hit him on his back.
Russell Spun around and hit it with his AUG and then turned to run from the one's behind him.
He could see the street not thirty feet ahead of him and an abandoned car with the passenger door wide open sat in front of the alley's exit.
"Fuckin' Rx-7 bitch!" Russell sped up, "Let the keys be in it!"
He dived the last three feet into the car and clumsily slammed the door shut behind him. He released the empty clip from his rifle and let it fall, slamming a fresh one into its base. He fired out through the passenger side window. He didn't let go of the trigger until he was empty again. Nothing stood outside of the car.
Russell quickly slid into the driver's seat, "KEYS!" He let the duffle bag and his AUG sit in the passenger seat. He turned the keys, the engine started, SHIFT, GAS, CLUTCH, SHIFT, and he was speeding down the road. He changed gears up to third and cruised at 43mph.
Time passed, the car's clock told Russ it was early morning (1:17), time was running out, and so was his gas.

Every now and then he hit a zombie or two that was caught off guard by his high beams. Those were the only times he couldn't stop thinking about Rahnesa.
"Maybe I could've brought her with me-"
THUD went a zombie that he had clipped.
"No, she's not as fast as me, if she had come with me." Russell shivered at the thought and resumed driving in silence.
He was driving deeper into the city when his luck changed in its normal fashion. He saw a trio of people run across the road a ways ahead of him and put their backs against a building, firing at the horde that chased after them. He decided to just speed through the horde, helping as best he could then continuing on his way, but a few seconds before he hit the undead he noticed two of the survivors.
"ROBERT! ADAM!"
Russell ripped the E-brake up turning the car completely sideways. He laid on the horn and closed his eyes a split second before the collisions began.