Left 4 Dead: Gemini Strain.
Chapter XXXIII: Partners to the End - Adam
We had left the office supply building after that incident. Braving the elements and impending Infected that would come our way was nothing compared to the atrocities that we had committed in almost cold blood. It was an unspoken idea that we would never repeat the actions we had done to anyone though that alone made it weigh more heavily on our minds.
It was hard to tell where we were going in the weather. Constantly we would find that we had turned up at the same street over and over again. We were not sure what was holding us back from proceeding onward but it was enough to bring us into a state of discontent. Our map that we had unfolded in the storm hoping to find some direction ended up being grabbed by the wind, harshly flying away from our stunned and outraged faces.
Occasionally through the storm we would perk up at the sound of gunfire only to become listless once we realized that the bullets were far away from us. I find it odd now how we just ended up sitting huddled together at a bus stop, its meager canopy doing little (but much appreciated) safety from the rain.
"Think this might have been a bad idea...?" Latvia finally asked me, shivering from the combination of rain soaked clothing and actions all now in the past.
"I wondered when you would ask that." I replied miserably. I was shivering myself but it was not the rain in my case. I watched as the rain angrily trailed off of the canopy and listened to its flow from the roof to the ground. I'm not sure why I did that.
"To answer your question, it probably was a bad idea to leave that building. If we don't get dry and warm too then we might catch...what was it? Hypothermia?" I told her as I stood up briskly, mentally preparing myself for another foray into the rain. Latvia stood up also, a frown on her face as she looked into the darkness.
"I'm sure that you were wondering where we would go to in this weather also. Am I right?" Latvia asked me tentatively. She must have become nervous because I noticed she was toting her assault rifle awkwardly this time around. She was not expecting an answer so I gave her none. What did respond to her terrified the both of us.
We had heard this noise before. It was loud, brutish, and menacing in nature. This roar carried and lingered like a bad joke around us. I looked at her with my eyes wide open only to see hers mirrored the same. On instinct we both ran for it, disregarding the rain and the fact we had no clue where we were going. Our flashlights were our beacons and we would do the best to ensure our survival. We would not leave each other behind. We were a team.