Left 4 Dead 2: The Movie
Written by Charlie "Gaston" Cucinotta
Scene 10: One Night on the Seven Hills
Dan gathered a small pile of gravel, put his blanket over it, and went to sleep.
Dan could see the truck that brought him to the farm. He is standing near the front by the cab. A man lying down in the back of the truck, clutching his leg. The cloth had been dissolved by spitter goo and the bare flesh of his led can be seen. Two people are standing over him, trying their best to bandage the leg, their hands covered in blood. The man's screams could still be heard, despite the fact that someone had shoved a piece of his own, bloody, pant leg into his mouth. The smell of blood travels down the road as the truck speeds off. One man is pulled out of the back of the truck as the other tries to pick up the slack. With his patchwork first aid complete, the spur-of-the-moment medic braces himself as the truck bounds over a small bridge, nearly going airborne. Dan turns his attention to the road ahead of them. His eyes go wide as he spies the next obstacle, not even the tank bursting out of a nearby house fazes him. It was a gate, a steal gate. The bright orange bars flashed as the truck's headlights neared it. The chain on the gate was half wrapped around the foot thick post on the side of the road next to it. It was unclear as to if it was locked, but one this was for sure, this was going to make a big impact. Dan tried to brace himself as the truck roared towards the barricade, but it would not obey him. He could only watch in horror as the truck rammed right into the gate. There was a loud crack, but nothing else. There was no twisting of metal, no cries of anguish, no splintering of wood, just a single crack.
Dan's eyes shot open, looking around for the truck, but it was not there. He was back on the rooftop; Emma was lying a few feet away. Dan took out his earplugs and looked over towards Jason; he was standing right where Emma was when he went to sleep.
Jason: *whisper* he he, gotcha, ya twitchy little bastard.
Dan: *yawn* Hey Jason.
Jason: Well well, how was your nap sleeping beauty?
Dan: It was ok I guess, how long was I out?
Jason: Oh not long, just 5 hours.
Dan: 5 HOURS? Why didn't you wake me up?
Jason: You looked tired, so we thought you could use a bit of rest.
Dan: Well, thanks, you can take the rest of the night off.
Jason: OH THANK GOD *hugs Dan while giving him the rifle*, watch out for jockeys, I think they go into creeper mode at night.
Dan: Uh, thanks, I think.
Dan takes his place where Emma and Jason were. He uses his scope to make a quick scan of the area; about 20 common, a few cars, and a jockey that was making strange movements behind a car in the intersection. No big threat. Dan looks back at Jason and Emma, they were both laying on their sides, sleeping. Jason had taken a place behind her and laid his arm over her side, which she takes and pulls towards her other shoulder, as one would a blanket. Dan smiled a little and turned back to the street, his eagle eyes ready to take on anything this infection had to throw.