I DO NOT OWN LEFT 4 DEAD I MAKE NO PROFIT!
Another chapter, yes! Go me! Actually I was listening to Adam Lambert- Whatya want from me? And I was just like NICK and ELLIS (That and playing the video game for 3 straight hours helped get the creative juices flowing)! But anyway, I'm gonna try and make this one a little longer just to make up for how short the last chapter was.
Now I never really picked where I had this story take place (what campaign I mean) so I finally decided it's the Parish. I mean the first chapter was definitely from the Parish, so yeah… So I'm basically gonna wing it from here…. I hope you guys Enjoy!
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Nick sat against the safe room door. The cold metal felt good on his burning skin, especially on the cuts and bruises that always seemed to be on fire. He closed his eyes, her face, her blood, and his voice drifted through his mind. He opened his emerald eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. This is all he needed. Who knows when he'll be able to sleep again. Go fucking figure. Glancing over his shoulder he saw the sun lifting up above the buildings of New Orleans. He couldn't believe they had actually made it this far. All four of them; Alive.
Pushing himself up he stood, before walking down the hallway. He peaked in on Rochelle who was sound asleep on a bed. She had the blankets tucked in around her. He saw the rise and fall of her shoulders, she was fine. Nick didn't even have to open Coach's room. The snores coming from the room was proof enough the older man was fine. It was a shock he didn't attract ever god damn zombie with how loud he could be. The last door was already opened. He had left it open when he left the room hours before. He leaned against the door frame and watched Ellis's sleeping form. The mechanic's arms were spread open along with his legs. The thin sheet only covering half his body while the other half hung onto the dusty floor. Nick shook his head and was about to walk over when suddenly the safe room shook violently followed by a loud boom. Nick gripped onto the door way so he wouldn't fall and Ellis tumbled out of the bed for the second time.
"What the hell!" Ellis gasped looking around.
"Y'all alright?" Coach's deep voice shouted from the hall.
"I'm fine!" Rochelle answered.
"We're okay here too." Nick said.
"God almighty," Coach shook his head, "First I thought it was a tank!"
"Yeah, same here." Rochelle said while she looked out the safe room door. Another loud rumble sounded, only this time Rochelle saw the jet souring in the sky. It dropped something. "The military!" she gasped as the bomb crashed to the ground, the safe room shaking once again. Rochelle stumbled backwards and into Coach's hefty stomach.
"Why the hell are they dropping bombs?" He asked, "Don't they figure there may be some survivors?"
"I don't think they really care Coach. Zoey, Francis, and Louis didn't seem to have much faith in them anymore. Maybe they knew more than we do." Nick said.
"Hell, I ain't come this far too just give up and get blown up!" Ellis frowned, "Alls we gotta do is tell 'em to stop droppin' them bombs an' help us get the hell outta here."
"Always the optimist." Nick sighed; he was way too tired to be dealing with all this.
"I'm with Ellis." Rochelle announced.
Coach nodded in agreement.
"And how do you plan we do that?" Nick didn't mean for it to come out so snappy.
Ellis ignored the anger in his voice and smiled. He walked to the safe room door and pointed, "Looky right over there. That road there leads to that bridge we saw signs for, right?"
Nick nodded, letting Ellis continue.
"Didn't one of them sings say that was a military base? So alls we gotta do is cross that there bridge and get to the military base!"
Rochelle smiled, "I'm for that plan. It's the only one we have. And its a lot better than getting blown up or eaten alive."
"And you guys think the military will help us… just like that?" Nick asked, idiots, the lot of them. "They'll probably shoot at us."
"I say we take that chance." Rochelle said.
"Hold on baby girl, we got to think this through." Coach said placing a hand on her shoulder, "Now, the idea sounds good, but I have to agree with Nicholas. How can we be so sure they'll help us?"
"Exactly. They haven't been doing much. Every god damn evac center has been a bust. I don't think they're going to help us." Nick said.
"Weren't ya the one to say you hadn't come this far to die?" Ellis spoke up, getting into the conman's face, "Weren't ya?"
Nick didn't back down, "I'm not saying I'm ready to give up, overalls. I'm just saying I think its time to give up hope on the military."
Another explosion shook the room making Nick growl, "See? I think it's time we figure out a new plan!"
"Naw, the only hope we've got is getting' the military to help us." Ellis said calmly. Strangely enough the hick didn't seem worried about the bombs falling down around them. How the hell did he still have hope? Nick continued to search the younger mans eyes for any sign of fear. He couldn't find it.
"The military failed us kid. They should have quarantined this virus before it got out of control. Before everyone got fucking sick." Each word sounded venomous, even to Nick. But it was personal. The virus had taken Katie… and Alex.
Ellis's hand came to rest on Nick's shoulder, "I understand that, but what else can we do? Nothin'. This is the only plan we got."
From behind Ellis, Coach nodded, "The boy's right. I just think we have to think this through before storming out there."
Nick sighed and pushed Ellis's hand away, "What's there to think about? We're going to get to the bridge. Try and convince the military that has constantly left us behind to save us while fighting off a horde of Zombies. Not much to think about there if you ask me."
Ellis smiled a bit.
"What?" Nick snapped.
"You're gonna come with us." Ellis said happily.
Nick frowned, "Well obviously. I know its suicide if I leave you three idiots." He folded his arms, "So it would be in my best interest to go with you guys. Even if I think this whole thing will get us killed."
"But that means ya also think we got a chance at livin'!"
"Yeah our survival rate for this plan is one percent."
"I'll take them odds!"
Nick rolled his eyes again, "Of course you will. You're not afraid of dying."
Ellis continued to smile, "Keith taught me not to be afraid of anythin'."
"...I though' I'd just stop on by and thank ya for leaving me to die and then stealin' El away from me."
Keith's voice echoed in Nick's head. The conman turned around, shutting his eyes and saw the gun pointing straight at him.
The smile quickly left the Hick's face as he stared at Nick worriedly.
Rochelle stepped in, "How about we just make it to the next safe house and discuss our plan further."
"Good plan," Coach said, "We can't reach the bridge in one day on foot after all."
"To bad we don't have Jimmy Gibb's car anymore." Rochelle smiled, expecting Ellis to react to the mention of the blue sports car he had drooled all over. But the reaction she expected didn't happen; Ellis didn't look away from Nick's back.
..!..!..!BREAK..!..!..!
The magnum bullet shot straight threw the zombie's skull, with a splatter its brains were now displayed on the wall of the trailer. "Help me!" Coach shouted as he tried to shut the trailers door, a few zombies they hadn't shot trying to claw their way in.
Taking Rochelle's shot gun from her hands and dropping his magnum, Nick rushed over and slammed the butt of the gun out the door, knocking the zombies away so Coach could close the door. Both men slid against the door once it was closed. Coach and Nick looked at each other; that was way to close.
"Hey Rochelle," Nick spoke tearing his eyes from Coach to look at the woman sitting on the only table cradling her arm, "You okay?"
Rochelle smiled and nodded at the two men on the ground, hoping to fool everyone with it. But it was obvious from the tears running down her dirty face and the crimson blood dripping from her arm that she wasn't.
Ellis knelt on the floor in front of her already opening his first aid kit. "It's gonna be alrigh' Ro, I'll patch ya up."
Coach stood up and limped his way over to the small woman, "Let me see it, baby girl." He frowned.
"I'm fine. Really, it's just a scratch." She said weakly.
"A scratch? That tank sent you flying." Nick said.
"Yeah Ro, yer lucky to be able to walk!" Ellis said, standing up.
"I know, I know." Rochelle sighed and allowed Coach to see her arm.
It was split open, the white of her bone protruding from her chocolate skin. Blood oozed from the wound and Rochelle found herself holding back a sob. Coach continued to stare at the gaping wound before quickly going to work on it.
"Bite on this." Coach said handing her the gauze to bite down on, "Now this is going to hurt…" he warned.
With a disgusting popping noise followed by the sound of even more blood splattering on the floor Coach was able to get the bone back in before quickly splinting the arm. Rochelle twisted and turned while holding back a scream. Ellis rushed over wrapping his arms around her, holding her still while Coach started to wrap it with the gauze from a different med pack.
"Jesus Christ." Nick muttered, "Shouldn't you stitch it?"
"Don't have time, boy." Coach frowned as he started to tightly wrap her arm.
Rochelle spit out the soaked gauze, "I'm fine!" she gasped, "We have to.. . urgh, get to the next safe room fast. We can't stay in here."
Nick looked around. He didn't like what he saw, "aw come on!" he shouted and kicked one of the walls.
"What is it?" Ellis asked.
"The second we open this door an alarms going to go off, " He glared up at the wires, "Look." He pointed to a tower surrounded but fences, "the switch to turn it off is probably up there."
"Now, why the hell would they go an put an alarm on a trailer that's only got a table?" Ellis asked, scratching his head.
"I don't know, but they did."
"Maybe it won't sound?" Coach said.
"Only one way to find out." Nick said and rested his hand on the door knob, "Just be ready to run like hell if it sounds. First one to the tower shut off the alarm."
The three nodded. Nick didn't know how well this was going to end. He looked to Rochelle, she couldn't shoot. All she held was a machete and there was no way Coach was going to leave her side. He would stay right by her side even if that meant getting himself killed. He could tell just by looking at the older man already hovering next to her. His eyes then fell on the mechanic practically glued to his own side. Ellis was the same way. If he saw Nick falling behind Ellis would fall back with him. He wasn't sure he'd do the same for the younger man… Number one, Number one, NUMBER ONE!
Hell, who was he kidding? He'd fall with Ellis. They were screwed. All four of them seemed to know that. It was evident on Rochelle and Coach's face. They were on the same brain wave as Nick. But not Ellis. He cocked his shot gun and smiled up at the conman.
"Let's get these sons o' bitches!"
Nick shook his head, but smiled none the less, "Yeah lets kick some zombie ass." He said pulling the door open.
The alarm sounded followed by the howls of the infected.
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OKAY, OKAY, OKAY! Before I start getting "You went back a while level" or whatever, I know. I know the bombs came AFTER the trailer alarm thing. And I'm not getting it mixed up with the alarm that sounds when you're on all the houses. I was going to write that scene and totally drew a blank. So I said "Fuck it!" and jumped back to this level. I mean I wasn't even basing this story on any certain campaign so yeah. Sorry for any confusing.
Also, this MAY be the longest chapter I've written for this story! I'm not sure but it says 7 pages in my word document soooooooo yay! Also, CoachxRochelle FTW? I love them together (Rochelle and Francis is cute to but I prefer her with Coach.) I know I've mentioned it a couple of chapter ago, but I'm mentioning it again, heh!
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