[A/N] Ahhh! Thanks for much for reviews! It's nice to know that someone likes my story. And i've been getting good feedback from people about my character. Thanks a bunch. Now to get a move on with this. L4D2 belongs respectively to VALVE.
Body parts flew everywhere, corpses dripped of blood. And of course we can't forget the puke and sizzling acid around as well.
"Gah! That bitch got goo on me!" Coach cursed as he hopped out of the sizzling pool of acid. Rochelle ran to his side and helped him hobble to a much safer distance... Well, if there was a 'safe' place. It felt like hours, until finally, the sound of a clink caught out attention.
"Gates are open, lets MOVE!" Nick shouted over the roars of a upcoming horde.
Infected poured out from the stadium, making me question if Zombies can reproduce or not. I mean, really, there's so many I just can't. Looking around, I noticed one of us was missing. But of course, who else can it be other than a certain hick. His distant screams alerted me that he was pounced on by a Hunter. I took out my baseball bat and began slaming it into head, clearing my path.
"GET HIM OFF!" I shoved the Hunter off, and glared at him. He growled lowly before trying to pounce on me. Reflexes kicked in and I tried to get a grip on the front of his hoodie. That wasn't much of a good decision, as the Hunter saw what I was going to do and scraped at my arm.
I let out a little yelp and backed up, to see the Hunter pounce in the air. I flinched back, until I heard an echoing shot.
"Whew, he almost got yuh there. Heh, it looks like I hada save ya, rather than yew save me." I blushed slightly, feeling stupid for not killing the Hunter fast enough.
"Uhh... Well, h-hey! We gotta get back to the group. I beat they're waiting now, or getting killed."
"There's so many of 'em. Damn.. That Hunter really hurt me." I turned o Ellis, who was limping behind me. Taking out an adrenaline shot, I handed it to him, hoping that it would would help him get through. "Come on, we can't lose you now." I gave him a reassuring smile before clearing the path in front of us, making it easier to get through.
There were screams in the Safe Room, screaming 'hurry up' and 'get your asses in here'. Both of us scrambled inside, before more zombies somehow show up.
"Whoa... This stadium is hugggeee." I spun in a circle, looking around the stadium. No wonder there were so many zombies. Now I'm thinking of how many zombies will appear once we alert the helicopter.
"Well then, me and Rochelle will go up and turn the lights on. You three stay here and wait to start the concert."
"Wait! Don't you want to set up some gas tanks around here and stuff?" Nick scratched his chin, thinking about it.
"Eh... I guess so. Go on ahead and do that. Me and Ro will go turn the lights on while you're doing that." They ran off, which signaled me to jump off stage and begin tossing tanks around. Ellis and Coach helped me, setting them up where they might be useful.
"Now if we gonna use 'em, we gotta be careful when we shoot 'em. Any of us could be around it and the outcome won't be good. Ya'll got that?" I gave him a quick nod to that motion. We can't afford to be stupid and get each other injured.
After setting up, and the lights now on, it was ready to start this concert...
"Watch out Spitter goo!" I held up my rifle clumsily shooting the Spitter till I heard her dying shriek. They were everywhere and it was just insane. I whipped out my bat and started to swing it around a horde. A sharp crack caught my attention. It wasn't good... Bringing it up to my view, my bat has broken in half. I guess I shouldn't have been so rough with it.
Gripping onto one of the guitars next to me, it seemed to work better, and the strings strummed every time I smacked it into a zombie. Which I found to be entertaining. We just fought a Tank not to long ago and it was a real pain in the ass. I could sense the weariness in everyone, and any moment now, one of us could fall down and just pass out.
The fireworks frightened me, it was in a way unexpected. But as Ellis put it, the Midnight Riders were going to save us. And we all believed him.
"TANNKK!" I felt the ground underneath shake, he wasn't far from me. It wasn't easy to run, as I was partially weak and sore. But hey, at least I got away before he tried to smack me into the ground. I fell and landed beside Rochelle, while trying to shoot the big ape. Nick pulled out a molotov and threw it at the Tank, and now we were being chased by a flaming Tank. It was kind of scary, but it slowed the big lug from slamming us in to the ground. After running and shooting for sometime, he finally fell limp and died. What a relief...
The sound of a helicopter coming by grabbed our attention. We were going to be saved! Yes! Finally! A step closer to going to New Orleans.
But of course, leaving wasn't going to be easy.
"MAKE A RUN FOR IT!" Ellis screamed as he basically sprinted towards the helicopter. Coach lagged back for a little, huffing and puffing. "Here, let me help you Coach." I was going to place his arm around my shoulder, but he stopped. "I'm all good young'un. Can't help it if my knees are weak." He gave a weak chuckle.
"At least let me give you some adrenaline." I handed it to him, which he used to my pleasure.
"Hurryy up! Get in the damn chopper!" Nick shouted. I got in first, and then helped Coach up in. A Tank began throwing cement and ran towards us, which began to freak me out. Coach made it in and then we began to lift off, away from this dark carnival. I let out a sigh, now we can get some rest, or squeeze in some sleep.
"Hey, now we all can get some some rest, huh? That's where i'm headin'. " Ellis leaned against his seat, lowering his cap, smiling. "Night ya'll."
Then that's what everyone began to go, except for Nick. "You're not going to rest?" He shrugged.
"Ehh.. Maybe later. Don't worry about me kid. Go to sleep or chill, i'll keep on eye on you all." I found Nick to be caring in a sort of tough ass way, but hey... He was just looking out for us. Which was nice coming from him. Deciding to join everyone, I leaned back, and closed my eyes.
I opened my eyes and stretched my back. The pain in my chest throbbed just a bit, but I dismissed it, not wanting to bother anyone at the moment. Looking around, Ellis, Ro, and Coach were still asleep. And I was shocked in a way that Nick was sleeping as well. Maybe I should go back to sleep? Nick groaned and rubbed his temples. He found me looking at him, which I hope didn't creep him out.
"Hey kiddo, You all rested up?"
"Yup, just looking around I guess." He shuffled around and leaned back. There was a weird noise coming from where the pilot was. Nick turned to spy on the pilot, who was oddly quiet. He talked for a while, but later on during the trip, he seemed to quiet down. I myself was beginning to get paranoid at his sudden silence.
"Hey, pilot. Where are we going?" I swear I heard a low growl coming from the pilot. It was probably me being so tired, from the lack of sleep. Suddenly the helicopter jerked and I saw the pilot jump from his seat and lunge at Nick.
"HOLY SHIT!" He pulled out his magnum, trying to get a good aim at the pilot's head.
"What's goin' on here?" Coach yelled, as Rochelle and Ellis struggled to get up. A loud bang along with a slight thud, I turned to see the pilot dead on the ground. Nick panted after his brawl. Eyes trailed onto the dead pilot. One question seemed to cling in the air.
Who was driving the chopper?
"Ugh... Oh my head..." I whimpered as I propped myself to my elbows. I searched the area looking for a familiar face, or body, either one would work. My jeans had a tear in them on my shin, and a gash as well. Getting up slowly, the sudden pain in my chest made me recoil and hunch over in pain. I had to ignore it, as I went to find the others.
"Ro? Coach? Nick!..." There was nothing but helicopter parts and a small fire in front of me. An uneasy feeling overwhelmed me as I frantically spun in one place, looking for these people.
"Ellis?" I whimpered, defeated. A hand on my shoulder frightened me, and in an instant I elbowed the thing behind me. A grunt, followed with a thud made me turn around, and well... Freak out.
"What the hell? Ellis!" He lied on the ground, hand on his chest as he smiled weakly. "H-hey there Cal." He coughed a couple times, and groaned. Not helping it, I just rolled my eyes and crouched just so I can be on eye level with him.
"I can't help but seem to get hurt 'round ya, huh?"
"It seems like it overalls." I held my hand out so I can at least attempt to help him up. He took it and got up, to my ease.
"Did I hit you hard?" Ellis brushed the front of his shirt, and tipped his hat towards my direction. "No ma'am, though lemme tell yew. Yew got a strong arm there." I smiled at him, and flicked of his cap.
"Lets get going cowboy. We gotta find Nick, Ro, and Coach before you give me more compliments."
We all met up, and gathered whatever weapons we could find. But of course, Nick and Ellis start going at each other. "Nick! What the hell! You shot the pilot!"
"Well he wasn't doing a good job once he became a ZOMBIE!"
"True true... But he was our pilot!" It was already bad enough that we were stuck in what it seemed like a tiny country place, worse that there were infected in here. To add two males arguing in here just added more misery in this place. The pain in my chest didn't ease up at all and the bickering didn't help at all. It seemed harder and harder to hide the pain. Oh this wasn't going good at all...
"Hey look! A lil' town we got here!" Being too distracted by other things, I didn't notice that they stopped arguing. The town was tight knit, small, and run over with zombies. Ugh, and from it looked like it, it was a hillbilly sort of town. And I swear, there is going to be a swamp around here somewhere.
A distant sound alerted me, making me paranoid. I turned around and realized I isolated myself from the group. Earning a self smack to the face, I found them not so far ahead from me. Then I swear, I heard a moose nearby. Then this got me thinking, how do I know what a moose sounds like?
A sweeping force came by and took me by surprise. It rammed into something before pounding me into the ground. My screams and cries were shrouded with 'ouffs' from slamming onto the dirt ground. Footsteps came by, and then the sounds of guns filled up the small area I was in. It was a Charger, and damn did he have a grip on me. My chest began throbbing as his enlarged arm crushed my ribs. After what it felt like forever, he went limp and I began gasping for air.
"You alright there Cal?" Coach pulled me up as I struggled to breath for air. I flailed my hands around, telling them not to worry. Repeated words of "Are you sure?" and "Don't run off next time" made me eventually glare at all of them, as I managed to breathe once more. There was no time to worry now, the quicker we get this over with, the quicker things can return to normal. Walking forward, there was a large river, between where we are now to where we need to get to. I stopped in front of a sign that warned about alligators. Next to it was a Charger tied up and hung. This sent chills down my spine.
"Swimmin' with alligators? Why no thanks." Ellis approached me, while picking up a shotgun from the table beside me.
"Imagine if there were zombie alligators." He shivered a bit.
"Well then hell, we'd all be dead then!" I let out a tiny giggle at his reaction.
"Heh, c'mon now lil' missy, we gotta get movin' 'fore we get left behind a'gin."
Meeting up with Ro, Coach, and Nick, they explained on how they need to get the ferry to cross, but as usual, it was going to cause a ruckus, we were warned to be prepared.
"Ya'll ready to go?" Rochelle questions, loading up her sub-machine gun.
"Lets get a move on." Nick muttered, holding out his dual pistols. Coach pulled the lever, and got the ferry moving. Loud roars from the distance, made me jump a little. If there was one thing to avoid, were Chargers at the moment. Infected poured in everywhere. The soft ground dirt became splattered with red, and dismembered body parts. Meaning growls alerted us of Hunters, Strangled coughs of Smokers, cackling laughs of Jockeys, gurgles of Boomers. It was just a mess of sounds everywhere.
"Eww! I'm covered in puke!" I managed to scream, trying to get ride of bile from my face. My hands were slippery and I couldn't get a good aim at the zombies chasing me.
"The ferry's here! Quick get on!" I was temporarily blind, and hell, the zombies on my back didn't help.
"A little help here! I'm blind!"
"Holllld on! I'll get ya!" A pair of firm hands were placed on my side, and before I knew it, I was placed over someone's shoulders. Thankfully, my chest wasn't placed up against the shoulders, so the pain wasn't as an extreme. Getting enough bile out of my eyes, I saw the back of the person who was carrying me, which was no surprise, Ellis. He sped through, and got me in the ferry, before another horde came.
"There ya go, now you better?" I sat on the floor of the ferry, wiping away at my face.
"Yeah, yeah. If only I can get rid of it in my hair. But.. Urr.. Thanks Ellis." I smiled at him. He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, which I found cute.
Wait, uh... Nevermind.
I let out a sigh as I looked ahead of us. It was spooky looking, and seemed to resemble a swamp. If there was once thing I can tell you, was that I wasn't going to enjoy this.
[A/N] I like to get distracted. Anyways, finally after some time, I got through this. It seems a bit choppy and rushed. But, I just want to get through Dark Carnival and get on through Swamp Fever. After some thinking, I think this story might take up 20 chapters. I think. At least between 12-20 chapters. Otherwise, eh. Reviews and critiques are welcomed.
EDIT: Fixed most of the spelling and grammar errors. If there's more, tell me?