Left 4 Dead: Gemini Strain.

Chapter XXX: Simple Point-and-Click Interface (Initialization Alpha) – Adam

"Respond or I will shoot!" came a flustered voice from behind the door. The supposedly male voice from what I gathered almost made me chuckle. Latvia opened her mouth to say something but stifled her words as a snicker escaped. I rolled my eyes with a grin on my face and responded as strongly as I could.
"We saw your signal from outside, could you let us in?"
There was a silence beyond the door that changed our faces readily enough. Latvia gave me a peculiar look that I only returned with one of my own. We were almost too preoccupied to notice the faint click of a lock opening or the slight creek of the door slowly opening.
We wasted no time in entering the shadowed room, quickly shutting and locking the door behind us. I was hoping for at least a flash of lightning to illuminate the room but as always opted for the usual sweep of my flashlight. The room was abundant in reams of paper and boxes containing a variety of things like manila envelopes and various writing instruments. My flashlight shined to the few bodies that were sprawled in a corner, piled up precariously. From what I gathered from my distance they were covered in bite and slash marks instead of bullet wounds. Probably bled to death these bodies.
There were only two individuals alive standing up and looking at us with a mixture of distrust and paranoia as their guns even know were still focused on us. The one holding a shotgun had a sneer plastered on his face. Weeks' worth of stubble lingered on his grime covered face that matched his deplored and disgusting attire. The other one was a rather lanky fellow with a bowl haircut and glasses that screamed he got beat up in high school. The fellow with the glasses was obviously the one who had made the announcement at the door.
"Oh, it's only two of you...?" The nerdy fellow said with a disgruntled sigh that we both completely dismissed. We weren't too concerned about his disappointment.
"Were you expecting an army?" Latvia asked coolly, giving both of the men a withering look. I suppose she was trying to assume dominance.
"Yeah you cunt. Be any more of a bitch and you won't like it." The haggard looking man said to hear with a voice that sounded oddly like a growl from a beast. I arched an eyebrow at his comment and put my hands in my hoody pocket.
The nerdy fellow became rather animated with his nervousness, stumbling over his words and doing his best to calm his associate. "Lukas, c'mon now. No need to make enemies at this point."
The man named Lukas gave the meek individual a look that was more than withering. I noticed that the man with the glasses cringed with a fright that only made the man seem more like a pushover. He glanced with fear at the man once more before darting his eyes to the two of us. He readjusted his glasses and prepared himself to speak. Only thing was that his words were drowned out by Lukas'.
"Get out Arab. There's no point in you being here."
It was funny how that comment made me command everyone's attention. I wonder how I would have reacted if I were not already used to this kind of misinterpretation.
"You have got to be kidding me..." I groaned as I shifted me weight around.
"C'mon Lukas, be reasonabl--" The nervous fellow said as he slowly made his way over to Lukas. He was unfortunately cut off by the butt of Lukas' shotgun straight to his face. The blow knocked his glasses off and sent him crashing into the wall. Lukas took that opportunity of confusion to grab Latvia roughly by the neck, breaking the strap to her assault rifle and putting her in a position that caused her to struggle. Her hands were on his massive forearm doing their best to pry his hold off of her.
"Let her go!" I told him strongly as I could manage, my hands still in my hoody pocket. "If you do, I promise no harm will come to you."
"Shut the fuck up!" He yelled back to me with wild abandon, his grip tightening on her as her face began to change color. Her action would have been commendable if it had worked. She brought out the handgun I had given her and began to aim it at his head. Thing was that Lukas dropped the shotgun upon noticing her intentions and grabbed her wrist. Her hold faltered on her gun and he took it readily enough from her.
"I will say it once more...
Keep your voice steady. Don't panic. Don't run away.
Let her go."
He looked at me with an all too familiar grin plastered on his face and with words that knew fate. "Go to hell."
Latvia tore free enough to scream in anguish as Lukas emptied the clip in a cacophony of stringed bursts as my flashlight went out.
All the noise that was left was the sound of the rain hitting the windows, the thunder rustling in the distance, and the frantic protests and cries coming from Latvia. These were things no one should have to suffer from.
A bolt of lightning surged forth and bringing light into the room and allowing Latvia to see what was going to happen.
"I warned you." I whispered to him and a bullet entered his skull and exited with a sound that was almost music to my ears. His body collapsed off of Latvia as she readily got up, quickly covering her breasts with fluidity and standing behind me.
"Shoot him again..." she whispered.
I did such, unloading my gun again into his skull, increasing the bloody mass that was once his head.
"Shoot him again..." she whispered again.
I obliged.
"Shoot him again."
I obliged.
"Shoot him again!"
I obliged.
Shoot him again
 I emptied my gun into the now unrecognizable corpse, still pulling the trigger even as I heard the empty click over and over again.
"Bastard deserved every bullet..." Latvia muttered as she kicked his believed torso, getting more blood on her shoes. She looked at me through the dim glow of far away bolts of lightning in the distance, her face streaked with tears yet her eyes cold and stoic.
"I was not sure what happened to you, what happened to your light."
"A better question would be how I managed to have my flash light shine on him without even holding it." I replied to her as I grabbed her hand softly and led her to where I had stood previously. I reached into the darkness and pulled out my trusty SIG 226. "I balanced the gun between reams of paper, I'm actually surprised that no one noticed how odd it was my flashlight was shining and yet my hands were in my pocket."
She had nothing to say to me. Mere words could not express her gratitude and I knew it. I shined my flashlight over to the pansy in the corner and made my way to him, gazing at his purple bruise enveloping his face. I wasted no time and smacked his already damaged face, causing him to awake with a gasp of pain and a wide-eyed look.
"Oi," I began as I shined my light into his eyes, "What was your name again, I didn't quite catch it earlier."