A/N: Hi. I know a majority of campaigns in the first Left 4 Dead take place in Pennsylvania, but I don't want them all to in this story. So, the group will be traveling across different states instead. Okie, enjoy.
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"I think we're almost there." Zoey read the maps. "Right?" She showed them to Bill for him to confirm. He also read the directions from the driver's seat and checked around for indicators. "Yes. We're almost there."
"Oh good."
Beth bobbed spiritually to the music from beside Francis who cracked an eye open to look at her. He smiled softly and reclosed it.
"~Thunder. Thunder thighs. Lightning and Thunder. Thunder thighs!~"
Keirstan slapped her knee and gave her a disapproving expression, "oh sure Beth. You have the biggest thighs I've ever seen."
"I do. Look at 'em." She drummed her legs. "~Feel the thighs,~" she head bobbed and hand danced, "~enormous thunder thighs!~"
"Stop," Francis sighed slapping her lightly.
She continued dancing. Her sister shifted in her sleep amid the nest of temporary unworn jackets and bags and Francis slumped in his seat. Resting his head against the wall continuing to stare outside; unable to erase the memory of the girl at the lighthouse. It upset him greatly. He couldn't stop feeling absolutely terrible for how her fate turned out to be.
"Oh Francisco!" Jordan voiced, he excitedly shoved pass a spooked Ian who leaned away, earning himself a tired look from the older man. With a smirk he held a hand sideways in front of himself propping his elbow on one of the seats. Francis looked at what he wanted but didn't move. "What, you afraid?"
He huffed lightly and as Beth drummed his arm encouragingly he shifted from his seat to the challenge. Hands locked together now they began the arm wrestle.
"Francisco?" Keirstan chirped, "is that what Jordan calls you now?"
"No."
"We have a list for him." Beth leaned back with hands behind her head watching the match amused. "Mind if the others know?"
"I don't care."
Beth revealed said list and Francis told a shorter version of his accident to explain why 'brokeback bastard' was one of them. Most of the team had reacted by giving him pained looks during and after the story. "Be glad none of ya felt it." He rumbled.
"I am glad," Ian rubbed his lower back uncomfortably. "Mine aches just from hearing that."
Amber vibrated in her seat giggling to herself with a grin. "Sasquatch."
An inaudible grunt emitted from Jordan before his hand was slammed down. He breathed a short laugh and positioned his other hand for a second round. "Alright, let's go again."
Francis smirked as Louis moved by him to the front. His mind was slowly fading away from his brooding thoughts while he clasped his in Jordan's again. They looked each other in the eye as their arms trembled, both completely focused on defeating the other.
"C'mon you weakling, I'm sure you're better than this." Francis challenged from behind Louis, Bill and Zoey. "Well don't break him either." Beth reminded. "I'll try not to."
Keirstan chortled from across them. "He can use the cast we make for his arm to beat the zombies around."
"I can see it now." Jordan fantasized. His opponent grinned and drove more strength in. "Hey, hey, hey!" The younger survivor cried when his hand was slammed down again. A victorious cry erupted from the biker. "What I say?" Beth punched his shoulder, with Jordan shaking his hand away.
"What? He ain't broken."
Ian rested his chin in his palms from his seat. "Yet." He snorted.
"Ok...ok...ONE more round," he held an index finger up then slammed his elbow down in fierce determination. "Come at me bitch!"
"Says the one who lost twice already." Francis reminded with a genuine smile. Round three began.
Louis looked around through the windshield as the truck crushed branches and pushed old vehicles on the semi-empty street aside. They scraped against the pavement on rims or rolled away on flat tires. The area was foggy, but it wasn't thick enough to where they couldn't see. Sounds of encouragement and talk continued from the others. "This is the first time I've felt relaxed in a while. The scenery is calming to me in a way." Louis said thoughtfully.
"Even as we're passing these cars?" Zoey eyed him suspiciously. "Not as we're driving by the cars! I meant the forest setting."
She shifted her eyes back outside and shrugged, "you words, you said this makes you feel relaxed."
"Not the cars."
"Yes the cars."
"Nuh-uh."
"Uh-huh."
They mumbled and repeated themselves for some seconds without looking at each other. "Nuh-uh forever and beyond." The analyst insisted, she tsked and he snapped his fingers. "There! I win."
"If you say so."
"Alright you two." Bill said.
Jordan shouted in failure as Francis grinned. Amber traced a third invisible tally mark for him on the wall.
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From within the woods, a Tank stomped through aimlessly. Commons hurried away until it stopped. Unable to twist its head, the huge infected stood dead still listening to its surroundings carefully and heard rumbling in a short distance. Although it was loud enough to agitate the special as the noise made its head throb and its ears hurt and ring immensely. It growled menacingly whilst turning around and began storming back where it came. The Tank sped up when the noise increased in volume. Releasing a loud grunt of anger.
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"Ian! Get outta my shit!"
A loud boom exploded ahead of the truck, alarming its occupants while Bill and Zoey whipped their eyes back at the road. She gasped as he slammed on the brakes, the wheels screeching until he steered away from a ford thrown pass them. A roar filled the air while the Tank appeared from the forest to the pavement, pounding its chest. Bill cursed loudly and stepped on the gas to swerve by the brute as it began its destructive path after them, slamming its fists into the cement, and throwing different vehicles and tree trunks away.
"Faster! It's gaining up quick!" Amber pressured over everyone's panicked rambling. The veteran glared through the rear view mirror and swerved aside when one of those tree trunks soared by at a dangerous speed. He slowed a little to drive around it when it landed. "Don't slow down! It's almost right on our asses!" Ian shrilled.
"I can't drive over all the obstacles in the way!"
The Tank caught up and drove a meaty fist into the back of the truck, leaving a heavy dent and sends it violently jerking forward.
"Kayla!" Keirstan screamed in disbelief seeing her friend still asleep on the floor. "Kayla get up you idiot!"
Everyone yelled when they suddenly felt it grab and lift to shake the back end around. Wheels spinning loudly with the engine roaring, the occupants tried to avoid falling on top of each other and being pressed up against the windshield. It screamed again. Dropping and punching it away once more. Francis, Keirstan, Jordan and Beth grabbed their weapons and fired through the door with bad direction from being jerked around.
"Wake her up!" Francis boomed.
"We're trying!" Louis shrieked back. He slapped Kayla while Amber shook her by the collar aggressively as she remained limp in her unconscious state. Ian gripped onto what he could to prevent from being thrown around, hollering in fear as Bill tried to keep them far ahead from their attacker. Swerving away from whatever it chucked as best as he could. Both he and Zoey were thrown into the steering and dashboard when something slammed into them. The two cried out at the impact and buckled their seat belts before the shaking college student gazed in the side mirror.
"Son of a bitch!" He changed gears as she continued staring in the mirror, watching the special growing in size with a demented look in its eyes.
Zoey turned her head, "Bill…"
He glanced at the rear view again with wide blue orbs. The Tank ran up to the side and tried to ram them with its massive shoulder, however the veteran hit the brakes and it stumbled away. He sped off and it slapped the truck's side, flinging it off course and making it skip across the road. Alarms went off as they smashed through other vehicles and glass cracked. They death clutched on their seats from where they landed cussing in fright.
"Kayla! Get up for fuck's sake!" Amber grabbed her again and threw her around, "how are you still asleep?!"
Bill and Zoey's hearts dropped in their stomachs when a destroyed bridge appeared in front of them. A trailer hung off the other side.
Francis shook her firmly when Amber moved away. "Wake up! Come on!" He shouted in her face.
Her body jolted at his yelling and her eyes rolled open. Now confused she narrowed her brow and listened to the chaos right as another punch sent them barreling straight for the edge, despite how hard Bill pressed down on the brakes. The truck bounced towards it and sailed over, everyone lifted in the air as they plunged for the ground. The roof scraped roughly against a caved in section of bridge as Kayla looked out a window, spotting the Tank jumping off after them with its arms raised high. The truck creaked when it hit and dragged across the earth. Finally it smashed into a concrete wall under the other half of the bridge, denting the energy absorber inwards.
It took some time for Zoey to uncurl her body from an attempt to protect herself. Hesitantly, she peeked through her arms, and sees snapped branches on the hood from a small tree they crashed through. She quietly scanned around realizing everything stopped moving and looked at Bill. Her breathing was ragged, so was his. Veins were visible in his neck and he white gripped the wheel. He returned the gaze uneasily.
Beth uncertainly opened her eyes finding Francis hovering over her, Amber, Kayla and Jordan. Since they laid tightly packed by each other. He clutched a rail looking down at them with a sullen stare.
"Is everyone alright?" Ian called through a series of uncomfortable moans. Before they could answer, all cringed when the Tank bellowed from behind.
Bill and Zoey hastily unbuckled. The survivors struggled and dove for the floor in the back, listening as the special's thundering steps became eerily louder. Hearts thumping and blood rushing, they remained stone still and silent while it rumbled, studying and circling the bashed up vehicle. Oil began leaking from underneath when the Tank picked up one end, causing it to strain. It snorted and abruptly looked inside with its aggressive breaths fogging up the glass. There were stifled yelps while the group stared back. Fortunately it seemed too dark inside for it to notice anyone. They felt their truck drop. The Tank lurked out of view and came back around to peer in the front; jiggled the shield and gave it a smack.
The infected inspected the truck some more as if wondering why it wasn't making noise or moving any longer. Alarms continued to shrill from the bridge, increasing the fear in everyone that a horde may be on the way now. It looked over the truck for a bit longer before the Tank snorted in aggravation and charged away up the hill. Where they could soon hear it rampage and destroy more vehicles; alarms were smashed in silence one by one. The team remained where they hid while the booming sounds began to fade. When it stopped entirely, they checked all around, straining their hearing for what they could see and hear if it was alright to emerge from the wreckage.
"...I think...I think it's ok now…" Bill whispered.
With the doors smashed to hell, Jordan and Francis worked to pry a window open with their melees as quietly as they could. The rest pulling on their jackets and gathering their supplies, then cringed badly when the cracked glass and frame popped out and fell noisily against the body out of their flailing reach. Jordan slowly peeked outside when nothing else happened. Shifting his eyes around then looked at the rest and nodded. Keirstan kept an eye on the other side when all climbed through, taking Francis' hand and hopped into the frosty weeds.
"Good thing you're able to get through the window." Ian joked.
He wrinkled his nose, "you saying something?"
"Saying what?"
"Get out."
Ian shuffled away as Kayla appeared in the frame next, looking lost. "You look terribly confused." Her brother chuckled. "I am confused," she jumped down with her bones cracking. "Oh! My hips don't lie."
"I can't believe you slept through that." He added in amazement while she rubbed her hips, looking at the bridge then followed the trail the truck left before it crashed. "Um, I saw the Tank fallin' after us. Where'd it come from? That was rude."
"Rude?"
"I. Was. Tired. Asian. Boy." She clapped her hands at each word then yawned.
Ian gave her an unimpressed face. "I'm not Asian."
"Well you look it so…"
Louis and Keirstan breathed short laughs at the comment. "Hell of a thing to wake up to. Good thing is we're all ok." The analyst stated. From behind, Beth and Amber scanned their surroundings until Amber pointed upwards. "There's a ladder over here!"
"Yeah we shouldn't be sticking around after this." Keirstan reminded while they snuck over. Francis insisted taking the lead. He climbed it, disappearing on a landing with a gurgling infected soon flying overhead whilst they climbed after him. They could hear the biker cutting through more of them with something shrilling in the woods. Making him pause to look in the direction across the bridge.
"Do you hear that?" Francis pointed with his machete. "Hear what?" Zoey questioned.
"That."
The survivors stared pass a truck cabin and listened intently. However none heard anything, they looked at him almost in unison. He gestured with his hands, "you didn't hear it coming-there it is!"
A scream broke through the trees. It was not far from where they were.
"...Sounds like what we heard from where we got our rig." Francis added in a hushed tone.
Bill snarled and marched for a turnpike. A broken traffic light hung loosely next to it, lighting up a sign hanging above reading, North to Riverside. Exit ½ mile.
"Can never get a Goddamn break." He grumbled bitterly while they entered. Their flashlights were switched on. Several more abandoned, destroyed vehicles, dividers and debris littered the inside. Further in there looked like holes and storage areas in the sides. "They never get tired." He continued as footfall erupted from where they came and ahead. "You take one step outside and something's already after you."
They came into view jumping over obstacles, some setting off alarms as they leaped over cars; wasting no time to attack the survivors. "I feel you Bill," Louis held his baseball bat up with a hard stare. "But we're going to be alright, I promise you just stay positive. Everything will be ok."
"Says he as we're being attacked again!" Francis shot down, looking back with Zoey who was already firing her pistols.
Infected were climbing up the ladder and staggering out of withered branches and trees. A long appendage shot out from one of the holes and snagged around Beth's wrist, both she and Francis looked where it came from as it yanked her forward, he turned to fire at the Smoker hiding within the wall while she tried to resist, unsheathing her katana and quickly circling a bumper sticking out from a van. Causing The special to pull her against it. She raised her weapon and hacked down several times, fluid and taste buds squirted out on her clothes. She cut free at the same moment the Smoker was blasted backwards with a hole in its chest, slamming into pipes and breaking one open. Steam cloaked its body and Jordan ran to her side, prying the disemboweled tongue from her wrist with her as Francis stalked up behind them.
They were spared from an infected about to drop on them with a bullet and Zoey rushed pass, "we need to push through before that Tank comes back!" They followed as she shoved and kicked them away. Francis grabbed a pipe bomb from a side pocket of her bag. He threw it towards the entrance as all ran deeper in the tunnel; an explosion echoed off the walls in seconds and caved in half of the entrance, making a cloud of heavy dust swell over everything and more alarms shrill.
Keirstan speedily opened her umbrella and motioned for Beth to duck behind it to avoid the dust from overwhelming them. Everyone else was left to cover themselves in a series of coughing fits. Enraged gurgling then spluttered from behind the two girls, glancing back they saw a silhouette of a Boomer emerging from the haze. Both spun to face the enemy as Beth grabbed hers from where she carried it on her back and opened it in time as it vomited. Ducking down the vile caked the thin barriers. Chunks bounced off and stained the ends of their pant legs. Commons charged for them as the two pushed the Boomer away, it clawed at the umbrellas until Keirstan folded hers and speared the tip through its eye.
"Eat shit fucker!" She screamed.
The special moaned grasping the end while they worked together to keep it back. It tripped over a divider and fell on its side as Ian ran up from behind and blasted its head apart. They scrambled away before they were splashed with puke, but were smeared with it here and there. Keirstan swung a couple away from her before taking her magnums and fired ahead at ones climbing over a pile up of vans. Beth doing the same in the opposite direction.
Bodies dropped from climbing up as Bill and Zoey stood side by side to take them out. "Girls where are you?!" Francis shouted close by, squinting his eyes from the dust.
Kayla opened her eyes and dropped her arm from her mouth. With a knife in each hand she rose from behind a divider and waited for commons to reach closer. Frowning she simply stabbed one in the face, then slashed through the rest closing in quickly after it. They clawed at her and she beat them off as best as she could.
Amber roared, firing some feet from her at more scrambling infected. "Let's go!" Amber yelled as something crept up from behind, "there's a!-" A Jockey leaped on her shoulders and thrusted her forward in the older survivor. She hollered while Amber was jerked away, the sick surrounded the two as Kayla bashed and stabbed at the special.
Francis decapitated the sick lunging at him from the front, with more grabbing his clothes and trying to pull him down from all around. He yelled trying to shove them back, so Louis and Jordan rushed to hack them off. "I think I saw Kayla over there!" Louis pointed before looking around. They spotted the struggle with Ian and Zoey running over to help, he did the same as Ian grabbed a hold of its head, Zoey held them in place while the Jockey flailed and bit at the air looking at them wildly. It tried to steer its victim out of their grasp however Ian broke its neck before they got far. The infected slumped off whilst Bill and Francis shot all over to give them a path. Amber rubbed her neck as she went, picked up her weapon and jogged away.
Bill waved a hand where he stood on a car in a motion for them to hurry. A bullet whizzed pass him, he looked in time to watch a common tumble away. "Pay attention old man!" Louis exclaimed, he fired more as the group raced for where the eldest survivor was.
"We have a clearing! Move!" Bill turned around and shot a Spitter multiple times, its aim jerked making acid spray on a forester. Burning the metal away. Another appeared from one of the storage areas, and he charged forward as it did the same. From somewhere behind everybody a second cloud of dust burst in the air from something slamming into a trailer. Bill grunted, slicing the second Spitter's windpipe open and shoved it away. The saliva ate its flesh. It seized on the ground as the survivors ran and shot away together.
The familiar, deep bellow of a Charger came next. The large figure stomped in view, spotting the targets jumping or vaulting over broken cement and vehicles. It picked up its pace and roared as Francis was about to jump over. Louis, Jordan and Bill were shooting by him. The three backed away when it crashed into the car. It heaved forward and made the biker lose his balance. "Whoa shit!" He hollered falling off.
His left leg fell and caught in between a tire and concrete. He tried pulling it out whilst taking Louis' hand however, the Charger rammed again and pinned him. There was a loud popping noise and suddenly pain was screaming through his leg. He shouted in agony as he fell forward on his hands, the burly infected lumbered onto the vehicle, rocking it and sending more pain throughout. Louis shouted as he went to help him. But instead was shoved away when the Charger crashed down. Infected were swarming them constantly, leaving him alone to crawl and pull his leg out hissing through his teeth. With a yelp and a final tug, his leg dropped on the cement floor and he flipped himself in a sitting position, grabbing his weapon. He pushed away from the car and towards a collapsed section of wall behind him, heaving and glaring at the Charger who was about to attack Keirstan and Zoey. The two ran off firing at the thing as bodies dropped all around everyone.
He vainly wished for some whiskey and pumped the gun, "get back here you fucking wimp!" Francis bellowed and fired a double round between its shoulders. The shots booming, it staggered before shifting to glower at him. The Charger veered, beginning its stampede towards the injured man. He fired another bullet at the infected. Then Beth unexpectedly ran up from behind. Now standing in front of him facing the special with a fierce look crossing her face and startling her brother.
She unleashed a furious round of gunfire. Next, a second spray of bullets attacked from the right. Kayla appeared beside her, both standing over him shooting into the swarm everywhere. He could tell they were yelling things at each other, but it was so noisy he could barely hear what. Blood sprayed from the Charger's body heavily as it finally fell face down; while Kayla gestured at her ears then pointed a finger at what was happening. Beth shook a fist, next she looked down at him while Jordan and Louis ran over to the two.
"Once again the other side's blocked off!" Louis shouted at the siblings, "there's a path just before the collapse! I think we can get out that way!"
"Can you get up?!" Jordan held out his hand. Francis took it and flinched badly when he tried pulling him up. "Hold on! Hold on, augh!..." Squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his jaw, the large man repositioned his good leg underneath himself. His girls tried to support him despite their sizes compared to his. He struggled to stand as Amber chucked a bomb overhead far from sight, infected ran by while he tried to put weight on his injury. His face contorted uncomfortably at what he felt. His comrades jerked to bolt but waited until he could go. Francis hobbled, whimpering quietly but pushed himself to keep moving. They didn't have time for this. He beckoned for them to stay ahead, declining the boys' several offers to use their shoulders. He forced himself in a limp and staggered along, shooting sick individuals climbing over wreckage. The girls kept looking back and remained close to cover him until they came across a doorway as Louis said. Leading down a set of stairs. Ian held it open while everyone rushed through as whoops and shrieks resounded. "Come on you guys!" He encouraged the last three, firing pass them.
"Go," Francis panted. He pushed the two ahead but they refused. "Guys just go, I'll be ok."
"Do you realize how bad you're limping!" Kayla motioned a hand at his leg. "I call bullshit you say you're ok!"
They helped him through the entrance. Ian slammed the door shut behind everybody, and Bill rushed back to help him deadbolt it securely. The metal sheet was now being pounded on in almost an instant.
Francis cringed while descending several flights of stairs and rushing through rooms until they stopped in a ventilation station. Searing pain coursed through his limb with each step. He leaned against a wall, trying to keep his composure. While blowing through his lips and massaging a throbbing spot, he noticed his leg was angled wrong.
'Shit…'
Agitation worsened, so he stopped rubbing and kept weight off it. Straining his other leg and trying to ignore everything as he limped ahead. He placed a hand on a wall for support. "You gonna be alright?" Ian asked in worry. He nodded, "I'll live. Don't stress." He answered in a breathless tone.
The pounding intensified, "where does this even go?" Zoey voiced with her hands raised. She glanced at a large exit across the station.
Shrilling, then loud banging. "We're about to find out kid," Bill answered. "Everyone keep going!" He gave the order, but gazed at the biker with concern. Francis snorted, "I said I'm fine."
Bill scoffed at his attitude "alright then keep up."
Kayla shut the next door they went through as the large man took another moment. "Keep up with them," Beth encouraged her partner. "No, I need to stay with you guys." Jordan insisted with urgency in his voice. "Jordan we'll be ok have them wait at the top of the stairs."
They bickered with each other about what to do until Francis stood as tall as he could while holding his leg at a comfortable angle. "Why are we standing around? Move already." He ushered them forward, pulling Kayla back in front as they headed for the stairs. "Bloody hell, it leads back outside!" Keirstan called.
"Where else would it lead? It'll be alright, we've gotten this far." They heard Ian beam.
The group gazed back at the staggering three almost more than necessary because they were further ahead. They found themselves in the woods once more, screams continued on the other side.
Unknowing to the others, Francis struggled up the steps and leaned against the opening to catch his breath again. The pain was horrid. Did the Charger brake it?
"Frannie?" Called Beth nervously. Kayla stood feet away from them, glancing between the two and the team who were almost lost from view now.
He moaned quietly and waved a hand. "Catch up, I'll be right behind you."
"Ok how many times do we have to tell you we ain't leaving your ass anywhere behind us?" Kayla abruptly stormed over to them annoyed. "You're hurt and you just want us to leave you like this?"
"I can care for myse-"
"No you can't!" She snapped. Beth tried to shush her, looking around at the woods in concern. "Even before this fuckin' shit storm you've pushed people away saying that. 'I can hold my own', I can take care of myself.' You're not immortal. You almost died from that bike accident, you almost died from fights, alcohol poisoning, overdosing. We were told how you were after your mom passed away and seen you after everyone else we've lost. We've seen you in pain, in the hospital multiple times. We've seen and heard your cries. You've struggled harder than we have witnessed anyone, and couldn't get through more than half of what you got in without help. You can't do everything alone so what the hell makes you think you can out here when everything is out to kill you?!"
His eyes were lowered.
"Alone."
He didn't answer.
"You're our brother. We love you and I know, all you want is to get us away from here." Beth took over, hoping their sister would cool down. "You know she's right. No one can do this by themselves. Even if we're just a little more ahead, it's not worth risking. All we want for you is to be safe too."
She looked towards the path, the group was nowhere to be seen. Wails sounded closer, and they swore they could hear that mysterious scream mixed in.
He swallowed dryly. "...I'm sorry for frustrating you." He quietly replied, absorbing their energy and words. He gazed at the pair, flicked Beth's nose and rubbed Kayla's head. They waited until he was ready, which wasn't long and marched off.
Shooting through the trees trying to keep the sick away, the trio hurried to find where their group had gone. "Shit they can't be far!" Kayla grunted. She ducked away from a common. It rolled across her back, snatching her bag strap and making her stumble. Beth quickly took care of it with her katana. The two looked at Francis limping over to them, blasting rounds where they came. They kept going whilst picking up noises of distant shots.
"I'm about to run out!" Beth announced holding her firearm, picking off ones charging either side of them. "I am too! I don't have any extra ammo either!" Her sister replied.
Francis hit an infected away and smashed its face in with the butt of his shotgun when it fell. He cringed at the pain in his leg again, placing a hand on it before almost dragging it behind himself.
"Augh fu...augh…" he ignored it as much as possible, seeing the girls realizing they were a little far for their liking and started jogging back to him. "Can you move your leg at all?" Beth hollered.
He shook his head, "I don't know if it's either broken or dislocated. It hurts like hell right now."
They were almost right in front of him. Kayla yelled something as she emptied her AK-47 on another. Suddenly, a deep shriek tore from the forest.
It was loud. It was furious. It was blood-thirsty. They could hear it tearing through trees, breaking branches in its wake. Birds flew off in a hurry, chirping in panic as the sisters tried to help support him to get away quicker.
On impulse Francis shoved them away, and stopping Beth from shooting into the thicket. "Run! I heard what you said and I understand I really do! I'll take care of this piece of shit and I'll be right with you, I promise! Just go please!"
It continued screaming while he begged them to move. But they didn't leave him. Beth fired into the woods aggressively and Kayla slashed away at some remaining sick. She returned them to their pouches, then came back around to take his hand.
A dark figure appeared between the trees. Wildly clawing and jumping its way through at the three. He looked at the figure in time to see it leap straight for the girls. They ran before it could get a hold of them. It gave chase before they could try to slip around it and Francis desperately hobbled to keep up. However it was on them faster than they could think.
"HEY!" He roared and fired furiously. Anger was fresh in his eyes, his blood rushing in rage. It looked at him for just a second, then veered back on its prey. "Get away from them!"
He was ignored.
He fired a second time.
"GET AWAY FROM THEM!"
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A/N: Poor, poor ending. I couldn't come up how this'll end knowing how the next chapter will start. Forgive me if it doesn't make sense. Or if it's dumb.
This...has a really big word count already. Wow. I wonder how exactly big it'll be when this fanfic is finished. Is there a limit? I don't think so. Right? Hope not.
...Cookies.
*Nom.*