Left 4 Dead: Gemini Strain.

Chapter XI: Proper Measures – Adam

The funny thing about Russ that we all understood was that his stupid decisions always seemed to work out in the end. The vehicle made short work of the horde that had forced the three of us to leave the sleeping quarters of the orphanage in great haste. The driver's actions were reckless, his turn ended up slamming him harshly into a wall creating a loud sound of metal bending and parts breaking.
We three looked stunned at the vehicle for a moment as if unsure what to do. It wasn't until it caught fire that we began to panic.
"There has to be someone inside, cars just don't drive themselves!" Latvia yelled to us with a tone mixed with excitement and concern.
Our response to her was a rush to the vehicle, the flames already becoming stronger and the heat becoming more intense. There was no way to see inside. Tinted windows in the late night. Very sightful.
"The doors locked!" I yelled trying the handle with haste and again receiving no results. Latvia took the shotgun in her hand and powerfully swung it like a bat. Glass shattered. Amazing results.
"I see him!" Robert said as he then began to choke violently on the smoke that was coming out in droves. Robert had reached in quickly and came out with a rather hefty duffel bag that he tossed aside, ignoring the pain in his chest that had begun to ache again.
Latvia and I reached in, already gasping for breath in the acrid smoke and pulled out the man onto the ground. I only vaguely at that time noticed it was Russell. I thought I saw a gun lying on the floor and reached for. With a gasp I brought my hand back. It was burning hot. I shifted my focus back to the man who we rescued. Our next actions came suddenly as if we all were in tune. Latvia and I took Russell by the arms and carried him into the nearest door as possible, Robert behind us clutching the bag and a pained grimace on his face.
I'm not a strong person in the least, but with some untold strength I kicked the heavy wooden door open with ease. We took every chance to get in building and Latvia with untold speed let go of Russ for me to hold and caused a cupboard containing various ugly knick knacks to fall and secure the door.
An explosion rocked the building that began to leave us all unbalanced and uneasy. I clumsily brought out my SIG 226 and turned on the flashlight attachment. No window in this room and apparently it was a den or basement on how you looked at it. There were couches, a bathroom, and a light switch that I motioned Robert to try out. Success. The room was awash in a dim but ample yellow glow that made us three feel much safer.
"Only door out over there." Latvia said as she pointed to a door in the far corner that looked as if it leaded upstairs. I nodded and she came back over to me, holstering my weapon back on my hip and helping me put the man on one of the couches that smelled of old moth balls and oddly enough blood and sweat.
"Is Russ going to be okay?" Robert asked weakly, already having taken a seat and clutching his bandages that from this distance looked as if they were reddening. Not good. Would have to wait on fixing that at the moment.
"Only unconscious, one hell of a headache when he awakes though." I told him with a sullen face. Other than the blow to his head and smoke inhalation he was perfectly fine.
"This bag he had has a LOT of ammo in it!" Latvia said with glee as she began to shove shotgun shells into her weapon one by one.
I rolled my eyes with a grin on my face at her comment. It was rather fortunate though.
"Russ?" I asked the man hoping to get a response. "Russell...? Russ, c'mon" Still no response. Time for the old Adam force.
"MARK RUSSELL DOWNING WAKE YOUR ASS UP!" I roared at him and smacked him upside the face. Hard.
The other two jumped at the uproar but I got my results.
"Yo." Russ said with a weak grin to me as his eyes opened up. I smacked him again for good measure.
"What the hell, dude!!" He yelled at me rubbing his face, now alert and upright on the couch. I sighed and made my way back to Robert. My stitches were coming out because of the exertion he had to use so suddenly, not to mention Robert began to look rather woozy.
I did not show it readily, but I was thrilled that we all were okay.