[A/N] Getting a move on with this. L4D2 belongs to VALVE respectively.
I followed behind Ellis, heading behind the motel, clutching onto my axe. Crickets along with zombie groans were heard not too far away. It's been awhile since I have had some nice fresh air. Everyone stood still, but of course me being oblivious to it, ran into Ellis's back.
"H-huh? What's wrong?" He slowly turned to face me, eyes wondering somewhere.
"Shh... There's a Witch around here..." I was confused? A Witch? I quickly imagined a cackling old hag on a broom with a black pointy hat. A tiny chuckle came from him, forgetting that i've been cooped up in a motel room. "A Witch is this zombie girl that's always cryin' and stuff. Though she could kill ya ina second if yew disturb her." Her cries started to come closer and closer, which frightened me in a way. By the way Ellis has put her description, I could get killed even before I could leave this place.
"Oh shit, found her!" I heard Coach whisper hoarsely. There, in front of us, was a pale sobbing woman, with large claws. Now I know why they didn't wanna mess with her. A cackling laugh focused our attention behind us. I turned around and was pushed.
"Jockey Jockey!" I heard someone scream. A growl beside me, along with the heavy breathing, told me that I should crawl away and not look up. I accidently hit a foot, which I knew signaled death to me.
SKREEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I grabbed my axe and hauled ass. But the hill was too steep and I ended up falling down. While Ellis an Coach took care of the Jockey, Rochelle and Nick went after the Witch to help me, I guessed? I clumsily got up and attempted to run.
She was only a mere foot away from me, but running in water wasn't easy and the Witch just ended up grabbing me and pulling me underwater as she began clawing at me.
My axe proved useless as it was tossed away. My pistol was lost somewhere when I fell. There was no way to stop her, my hands and arms were scratched up from trying to protect myself. A final shriek and the Witch fell limp. "Oh shiiiittt, get up get up." I was pulled up quickly, which made my head spin. Beside me, I saw Rochelle slowly panicking.
"Crap, I don't have any med- kits. Uhh... Hey, any of ya'll got any med-kit!" Nick caught up, clearing the way of zombies who didn't notice the brawl between the Witch and I. He took a quick glance at me, handed me my pistol and shook his head.
"All I got are pills, and I don't know if that'll stop the bleeding." I let out a cough and waved my arms around.
"I can hold up for a little bit more. Beside, we should be close. If anything, those pills can help me for a bit." Shrugging, he handed me the pills.
"The safe house should be up that hill. Lets get going before a horde comes after our ass." Ellis and Coach joined us, and we went up to the safe house. Of course, with zombies in the way.
"Hold stilll... There! All done!" Rochelle lightly patted her handy work on my arm, all bandaged up. I winced, not at the pain, but how my sleeve was half way ripped off. It wasn't my shirt, it was Spencer's since my shirt... I don't remember what happened to my shirt, Oh well.
I still held onto my axe, but saw other weapons, like a shotgun and a rifle, which Ellis was cooing over. I didn't know how to shoot guns honestly, I was lucky enough with the pistol. It was kinda embarrassing to ask for lessons from anyone. I wasn't quite that comfortable with anyone but, Rochelle... Andalil'bitofEllis...
"Rochelle, can I ask you something?" I gently tugged on the back of her shirt like a little kid, which I basically was. She turned to face me, after loading up her shotgun.
"What's up girl?"
"I uhh... Don't know exactly how to shoot a gun. And you seem quite good at it? Mind helping me?" She pondered it for a little bit.
"I can't say that I could teach you, Nick taught me some pointers. But if there's someone who'll teach you to survive, that'll be overalls." A blush crawled it's way up on my face. This is what I tried to avoid. Sighing, I had no choice. "Thanks Ro."
I made my way to Ellis who was sniping through the safe room door. "Uh... Ellis?" He lowered his weapon and stood to face me.
"What can I help ya with darlin'?"
"Uhh... I was wondering if you can help me shoot a gun? I don't really know how to." He chuckled lowly and signaled me towards him.
"C'mere and i'll show ya." He got behind me, placing the hunting rifle in front of me. "Now then, look threw tha scope, and yew gunna see 4 lines that meet each other." I looked through the scope and saw that they connected.
"If yew look in tha middle, it gives you a point. Now try to aim to the nearest zombie and aim for tha head." He helped me hold it, one hand holding it up as I placed a finger on a trigger. I pulled, hearing a gunshot echo, seeing the zombie fall to the ground, but he still had a head. A pat on my back turned my attention to Ellis.
"It's all right, yew gunna get the hang of it sooner or later hon." He pointed out tips for the rifle, and actually let me keep it.
"Alright, ready to go?" Shouts of 'Lets do it!" and 'Hells yeah!' signaled the dropping of the bar that made this room safe.
"Someone kill that goddamn clown!" Nick shouted as he got rid of a, what they called, a Charger, who was running around in circles. The annoying honks of the zombie clown came closer. Clowns weren't really that scary, but after watching 'It', it can change a lot. A horde alerted us, because of the clown's constant honking.
"That clown is alerting the horde!" Rochelle screamed, trying to find the clown zombie. In my lucky, I found him. He was trying to get a nice bite outta my neck.
I tried to avoid looking at him directly, but that big red nose...
That freakin' big red nose... With of course jagged broken teeth and flesh hanging from his mouth caught my attention. I smacked him across the face and then aimed at his head, shooting out his brain.
"Got him!" I shouted before making my way beside Coach.
"You're doin' good young'un, gettin' used to that gun I see?" I smiled sheepishly.
"Y-yeah... It's easy once you get the hang of it." He gave a rough pat on my back, laughing underneath his breath.
"Well keep it up then. You're gunna need it."
"Ho' shit guys... Kiddie Land!" Ellis began jumping up and down with excitement.
"I swear, doesn't it feel like we're babysittin'?" Coach sighed. Rochelle turned to him and weakly smiled.
"Well... He's just trying to make the best outta a bad situation."
"He's like a 5 year old with guns. And a comprehensive grasp of every swear word in the English language." Nick scoffed. Rochelle brushed off his comment and giggled.
"I wish I could be that happy... Oh to hell with it, WHOO HOO! KIDDIE LAND!" Rochelle joined Ellis, both laughing and jumping. I laughed weakly, it was a sigh rare to see. I mean, stuck in a zombie apocalypse, of course it's a tragedy but... You can't let that stop you from enjoying the little things.
I noticed that things were a bit... Too quiet. There were no zombies, or any of the special infected around. A lowly but threatening growl caught my attention inside a shack. Wandering a bit from the group, I looked inside. Slowly walking inside the dark shack, I turned my flashlight on, and looked quickly behind me, until I ran into something... Rather large. I panicked as it began breathing heavily above me, like a angry bull. I shone my flashlight into it's eyes and all I remember was hearing a loud roar before it punched me out of the room.
"Gah! What the hell is that thing!" I managed to gasp as I barely got up from the ground shaking.
"Oh shit... RUN RUN! TANK!" I clumsily grabbed my rifle and ran as I shot the enormous thing. Getting a good shot was impossible since the ground kept on trembling. Oh god, oh god, ohhhhh Godddddd! It went after me, since I seemed to have disturbed the thing. The pain in my torso was getting better after the Witch attack, but after getting punched by that thing, the pain seemed to switch to my chest, which throbbed horribily.
"Oh jesus... I'm running outta... Breath..." Someone pushed me to the ground, don't know exactly who, but they seemed to throw something which lit the Tank on fire.
"That's right! Burn you mother!" Ellis shouted from the distance. After sometime from shooting the Tank, and running, it died. As much as i'd love to cheer about the success of bring down the ape, I was too busy acknowledging the throbbing pain growing in my torso. I didn't want to worry about it now, it'll burden everyone and I don't wanna do that.
"Hey there, you alright kiddo?" Nick placed a hand on my shoulder. He probably noticed... Gotta... Cover up.
Getting up slowly, and adjusting my rifle on my back, I gave him a reassuring smile. "Y-yea... Just a lil' sore from the Tank."
"Huh.. Alright then, just try to keep up." Once he was out of view, I clutched onto my chest. Hopefully it'll just heal up.
[A/N] Woot woot, done for now. This chapter took awhile since I tend to get distracted. Anyways as always, critiques and reviews are welcomed.