Left 4 Dead: The Passing Part 2
The troop of eight made their way into the small rural town. The town of Cherry Point had a population of 5,000. How many of those were still alive?
"Oh god, another small town?" Francis said.
"Don't start Francis. Seriously, why do you hate small towns?" Zoey asked.
"Because they can't keep up with the rest of society." Francis answered.
"Jesus Christ." Zoey replied.
"Hey! You two want to pay attention back there?" Bill said to Francis and Zoey.
"You want me to take that cigarette out of your mouth and stick it in your eye old man?" Francis mumbled.
Rochelle began to giggle. Francis turned over to her and gave her a small smile.
"Name's Francis." He said to Rochelle.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Rochelle." She replied.
Francis giggled and gave a small blush.
Zoey chuckled at Francis.
"What's so funny Zoey?" Francis smirked.
"Nothing." She said under her laughter.
"Hey look over there!" Coach said as he pointed at a supermarket.
"Looks untouched." Nick said.
"Wouldn't be a bad idea to get some supplies. Everyone grab batteries, and food that doesn't need to be cooked." Bill said.
Everyone stormed into the store. Coach went straight for the candy isle while Nick began emptying the cash registers. Rochelle and Zoey began grabbing soaps and perfumes. Ellis and Louis grabbed pop tarts, Twinkies and boxes upon boxes of Cocoa Puffs. Bill made his way to an open cabinet of cigarettes.
"Good lord, I'm in heaven!" Bill said as he eyed the plethora of smokes. Ultra lights, special blend, Cuban blend, filtered, non-filtered. Bill grabbed three packs of Camel special blend, his favorites.
"God, I am dying for a shower!" Zoey said as she took bars of soap from the counter.
"Girl, you said it! I'm covered in blood, muck and things I don't even want to know!" Rochelle said as she grabbed detergent and liquid soap.
"Yeah, those Boomers are the worst; their slime is hard to scrub out."
The next isle over Coach was grabbing every chocolate bar he saw. Dark chocolate, raspberry, milk, white, mint; every flavor you could think of. He piled it upon the mounds of taffy and butter scotch candies he already grabbed.
Louis and Ellis made there way to the baking isle.
"Aw this ain't no good man; this stuff needs to be cooked." Ellis said.
"Well, what's cereal without sugar?" Louis asked.
"Man, you're like a genius!" Ellis said.
Louis chuckled as he went to pick up the last package of sugar off the floor. As he grabbed it, he looked up and saw a Witch surrounded in a puddle of sugar, sobbing.
"Holy shit!" Louis whispered.
"What is it?" Ellis asked.
"Go! Go! Go!" Louis yelled.
The Witch looked up and began to growl angrily and began to go berserk.
"Run!" Louis yelled.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" The Witch screamed as she charged at Louis and Ellis.
"What the hell?" Bill said as he came into the isle.
"Witch! Witch!" Louis yelled.
Bill drew out his gun ready to fire but the Witch slashed him across the chest knocking him down.
"Ah! Damn it! I'm down!" Bill yelled out.
Louis turned back and griped his shotgun in his hand and shot the Witch point blank in the head, killing her.
"Ah, god damn, that Witch hurt me something good." Bill said.
"What happened?" Nick yelled as him, Francis and Coach, Zoey and Rochelle followed behind.
"Had a run in with a Witch. They love sugar, should've known she would have been here."
"Are you okay?" Nick asked Bill.
"Yeah, it's happened before and it'll happen again." Bill said.
"Well have we gotten everything we need?" Bill asked.
"Yeah, I think we do." Rochelle said.
"Alright let's get the hell out of here." Francis said.
Everyone carried their goods in baskets and exited the store.
"Where should we stay for the night?" Ellis asked?
"How bout' that house up there? Looks like its reinforced." Zoey said.
"Sure, we should stay there. Besides, it's too dark to search for any place better." Coach said.
The troop then piled into the house and sealed the door and reinforced it with chairs and tables, ready for their night of rest.