~Hello Everyone! It's me, again, to bring you some much needed daily fanfiction. (Maybe?) This Left 4 Dead story doesn't take place in any particular campaign, or anything, just giving you a heads-up. As always, enjoy the story!
Nick's Pov
I ran. I just kept running from the black that was chasing me. I slipped on something I couldn't make out because of the darkness, but it felt like a body. Right when the darkness was about to touch me, a light shone through. I was horrified by the all the bodies that were around.
The bodies were all of the people I've murdered during this apocolypse. I covered my mouth at the smell and I almost threw up. But the light grew brighter, and the smell disappeared. Soon enough, all the bad things were gone. The light was so bright, I couldn't see anymore.
Then the light disappeared. Coach was right next to me, and we were holding hands. He was smiling, and soon enough, I was too. Everyone we met so far were happily having an outing all together, without a care in the world. I basked in the happiness.
After what seemed like only two minutes, I woke up. I was sleeping in the corner of the safe room. Everyone was already up, except for Ellis, getting ready for a new voyage across the city. I rose from my place on the floor, and kicked Ellis awake. He groaned and glared at me.
"Why do you always wake me up like that? I ya grumpy er something?" Ellis yawned as he stretched.
"You'd be grumpy too if you had the dreams I've been having" I shot back.
Ellis didn't answer back, and got up to get some weapons ready. I walked with him.
Once everyone was ready, we moved out. We didn't kill many zombies, though, which surprised me. Then the scene changed. Apparently, we walked onto an abandoned military base.
I heard a grunt of a Tank, and stopped everyone. I peeked around the corner of a tent only to see the largest Tank I've ever seen. I got my molotov ready.
"Guys" ,I whispered, "There's a gigantic Tank around that corner. I'm gonna get its attention and throw a molotov at it. Once it's in view, shoot the shit out of it"
Everyone nodded in agreement, and got ready. I jumped into view, and yelled. The Tank ran after me and I attempted to throw the molotov in the right direction. But when the glass was just slipping out of my hand, my knee stung violently, and the bottle set a nearby building on fire.
I ran past the group yelling for them to run. They looked confused, then saw the Tank was full force running after us. Fortunately, I got into a safe place. Unfortunately, the Tank got a hold of Coach. I yelled and shot as and fast as the gun could handle. It knocked Coach violently into the wall, and his body went limp.
Soon enough, the Tank died, with Coach still in its massive hand. I ran over and got Coach out quickly. I checked his pulse, which was normal, but he didn't look too well. I used my health pack on his wounds, and we camped out in a nearby tent, deciding we've gone far enough.
I stayed with Coach in a separate tent, never leaving his side. I was only waiting for the moment when he will finally wake up, so I can feel his arms around me.